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April 26, 2020
Building Strength & Taking The Plunge: A New Release & A Preorder
I'm shamelessly self-promoting my current NEW RELEASE Building Strength Book 9 of the SEAL Team Heartbreakers). The book came out March 17, 2020.
My next release Hot SEAL, Taking The Plunge, is due out September 1, 2020. I thought I'd post the first chapter of each book so you can get a peek at the characters and the stories. And don't ignore the other links to other blogs in this post. There will be other excerpts of Building Strength you can access through links I've posted to 2 other blogs.
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BUILDING STRENGTH
The Blurb:
Sleeping with a man before getting to know him isn’t the smartest blueprint for building a relationship.
But after being celibate for so long, when lightning strikes redhead Moira McKee embraces being impetuous for once in her life and decides to go with it. Even if Navy SEAL Lieutenant Sam Harding never calls her again, he will at least have replaced the painful memories of her first (and last) intimate experience.
Sam Harding has a reputation for being a hard-ass at work and at play. He has two unbendable rules: No strings. Keep it casual. But when he meets Moira at a charity dinner, he’s torn between the desire to take her to bed and the need to protect her.
After a night of terrific sex, neither knows where things are going. But then Moira finds a dead body on the grounds of the hotel, and Sam can’t walk away before he’s sure she’s safe.
At least that’s what he tells himself. But as the threat he’s sensed becomes real, he’s powerless to protect her. It’s up to Moira to fight for her survival…and his.
An Excerpt:
Out of place and underdressed, especially for a ritzy, high-society evening at the Hotel Del Coronado. Moira rolled her head on a neck stiff with tension and took a deep breath. Her off-the-rack evening gown, with its white lace bodice, three-quarter length sleeves, and pleated maroon floor-length skirt had seemed classic when she tried it on, but now seemed…plain.She was a high school art teacher, not one of the businessmen and local politicians clustered in elegant, laughing groups around the room. And besides, she wasn’t here to compete with San Diego’s elite, but to accept an award for her school for raising twenty-five thousand dollars for the neonatal unit at South County General.The soft roar of voices pulsed through the cavernous ballroom like a wave of static. The small string quartet onstage competed against it as Moira wove through the crowd and between the round tables, each with a beautiful centerpiece and set to seat ten.Her attention was drawn to a man leaning against one of the pillars that separated the central part of the room from the bank of windows looking out over the bay.If there was a reason for a man to wear a tux, he epitomized it. The dark jacket was tailored to his broad shoulders, the stiff collar of his shirt looked snow-white against his tanned skin, and his satin vest, embroidered with some kind of pattern, clung to a torso, lean but not skinny. And she’d bet there was muscle beneath that sexy, classy exterior.His sharp, narrow-eyed gaze scanned the room as though he expected a fight to break out at any moment. His chiseled features were set in a frown that drew his dark brows together over a nose straight as a blade.She itched for a drawing pad and pencil to capture that expression.A woman approached him, brave soul. Though his features relaxed into polite lines, he didn’t smile. They exchanged a few words.Over top the woman’s head, he looked up suddenly and pinned Moira like a butterfly to a board. Her heart leapt and her breath caught. Heat flared in her cheeks, and she pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose before turning away to sit at the assigned table she’d finally located.Elizabeth Travis, one of the hospital board members, and founder of Sarah’s Dreams, took the stage and approached the microphone. “If everyone will please be seated, we’ll get things underway.”Four couples found their places at her table. With her attention focused on the stage Moira sensed someone slipping into the seat to her right, but was distracted when the blonde woman beside her offered her hand. “Denise Clayborn, and this is my husband, Nelson.”As she leaned to shake the woman’s hand, Moira’s skirt brushed Denise’s, and she noticed the colors were barely a half a shade different.“It seems wine is the popular color this season,” Denise commented.“It would seem. I’ve seen several other dresses close to the same shade since I got here. It’s very nice to meet you. I’m Moira McKee.”Denise had a friendly smile. “A strong, Scottish name, and you have the lovely red hair to go with it.”“Thank you.” Moira touched the curling tendrils surrounding her face. She’d decided to not straighten her hair for this event, and was regretting it. No matter what she did to control the naturally curly mop, it willfully escaped every pin, barrette or ponytail holder, and fuzzed and curled at even a hint of rain. She’d managed to pin at least part of it atop her head and allowed the rest to curl down her back. “It’s been the bane of my existence since I was born,” Moira said with a grin.The woman laughed. “And how long have you known Sam?”Moira raised her brows. “Sam?”Denise gestured toward the man sitting next to Moira, and she turned to acknowledge her tablemate.Of course it would be him. Nerves jittered in the pit of her stomach. He wasn’t so much handsome as he was compelling and very masculine. And he smelled delicious.“Sam Harding,” he introduced himself.“Moira McKee,” she said, offering her hand.“Moira,” he repeated her name, his tawny eyes fixed on her face. He had a tempered grip, neither crushing her hand to show dominance nor holding it like it was spun glass. Her breathing hitched at having all that intense masculinity directed at her.“Are you still in the Navy, Sam?” Nelson asked, interrupting Sam’s intent study of her features.“Yeah.” Sam released her hand.“How many deployments?”“I don’t keep track.”The unexpected humility in the way he avoided answering caught her attention.“How long do you intend to stay in?”“As long as they’ll have me.”“Well, your dad has two other Hardings to follow in his footsteps and pass the firm on to. And with your law degree, you can always transfer over to the Jag Corps when you decide you’ve had enough.”Sam raised a brow. “I like what I do just fine.”There was a bland note in his voice, but the heavy-lidded glance he flashed in Nelson’s direction had an edge.“Moira, do you know Estelle and Joe Patterson?” Sam asked as he gestured to the couple directly across the table from them.“No.” She nodded to the couple.“And Doris and Landon Thompson.”She leaned forward to nod at that couple as well. As she listened to him answer Landon Thompson’s polite enquiry about his family, she wondered how a guy who hobnobbed with rich businessmen like they were neighbors had ended up a Navy SEAL. There had to be a story there.Moira breathed a sigh when Elizabeth Travis called the crowd to order for the second time now that several guests had taken their places on the stage.She recognized the mayor and the head of South County General Hospital from their pictures in the paper, and while she didn’t know the other two, she was willing to bet they were going to pay for their meal before they got to eat it. Put four bureaucrats on a stage and every one of them had to make a speech. It was a given.She reached for the glass of water at her place and took a sip.“What do you do for a living, Moira?” Sam asked.“I’m a high school art teacher.”“Tough duty?”“Sometimes. And sometimes, when a gifted student lives up to his or her potential and gets a scholarship for college, it’s all worth it.”“I can understand that. I’m in the business of pushing men to live up to their potential.”He had Navy SEAL written all over him. She’d have figured it out on her own even if Nelson Clayborn hadn’t pretty much outed him. “Do you train them?”“Sometimes.”She nodded. She’d read some articles about SEALs. If he wasn’t involved in training, he’d be taking out threats in any number of places across the globe.They fell silent as the first speaker, the mayor, rose and strode to the podium. He welcomed the attendees and gave a short intro about the history of Sarah’s Dreams, Elizabeth Travis’s nonprofit organization that raised money for programs to benefit hospitalized children. It was named for her daughter, who had died at eighteen months from complications during surgery to repair a congenital heart defect.Moira had researched the woman and the organization before encouraging the student body to do the fundraiser. This year’s project was raising money for the Neonatal Care Unit of one of the smaller hospitals in San Diego, the hospital where she volunteered.The speeches went on, and she glanced over to find Sam watching her more than once. But he was way out of her league. His family must have money, plus he was an officer in the Navy. It didn’t take a mental giant to see he was used to being in charge.As soon as the last speech ended the crowd breathed a sigh of relief and a swarm of wait staff appeared with rolling carts and large racks and round trays to serve the meal.“How did you get looped into coming to this thing?” Nelson asked from across the table, his attention focused on Sam.There was a challenge in Nelson’s voice that made Moira uncomfortable.Sam shrugged one broad shoulder dismissively. “My father and brothers are out of town for a few days, and my mother asked me to come so I could deliver their donation and represent their law firm.”“I got looped into coming to represent my school as well,” Moira said to the table at large, backing him up.He leaned close and rested an arm along the back of her chair. She breathed in the clean, woodsy scent of his soap or cologne. “Maybe we can change a boring evening into something more interesting.”Was he really putting the move on her after only five minutes of conversation? The experience was surprising and new to her, and she stumbled around, searching for a reply. “I don’t know you, Sam.”“You can get to know me when we dance later.”“I don’t know how to dance, unless you count the jumping around like a maniac that everyone does in junior high.”His brows rose. “You’re kidding, right?”“No.” She shook her head.“No problem. I can teach you.”Her heart tap-danced against her ribcage in response to the velvety dark heat in his tone.“I’m sure you’re fast on your feet, but I like to move slowly.”He chuckled. That’s all it took for her breathing to hitch, and she swallowed. His smile was as devastating as she expected it to be. Every inch of her skin seemed to have grown nerves she’d never been aware of, and every one of them quivered in anticipation of when he would touch her.“I can do slow, Moira.”She squeezed her thighs together tight as sexual heat rushed to intimate areas of her body. Jesus! She bet he could do it all. And that was the problem. She’d feel safer cutting her teeth on someone who hadn’t or couldn’t. She was saved from replying when a waiter slid a plate in front of her.Moira unfolded her napkin and spread it over her lap. The crab cakes looked delicious, but she was more than willing to eat now and pay for them tomorrow. She cut into the patty, and savored the bite, humming in appreciation while she caught Sam’s quick glance.She attempted to move the conversation into safer territory. “What do you do besides dance when you’re not deployed?”“If I’m not on duty at the base I run, fish, surf, and sail. I have a sailboat at one of the docks, and I take her out as often as I can. If you’re interested, you could go out with me on Sunday.”“How do you know you like me well enough to be”—she almost said trapped—“on a boat with me for several hours?”“The whole point of going sailing is to enjoy the wind, the surf, and the sun. It’s peaceful out there. Though I bet with your beautiful pale skin…” He brushed his fingertips over her arm just above her wrist, igniting trickles of sensation along the path “…you have to layer on sunscreen.”She swallowed. “Yes, I do. I wear my wet suit when I go to the beach for a swim so I don’t have to apply sunscreen.”“Then you could wear your wet suit and a hat and not have to worry about the sun while I teach you a little about sailing.”To keep her mind from wandering to what else he could teach her while on his boat, she turned her attention to the last bite of crab cake on her plate, and just in time.A moment later wait staff whisked away their empty plates and replaced them with their entrées. She’d gone with the chicken instead of the filet mignon because the crab cakes were the treat, but it didn’t keep her from eyeing Sam’s steak. She concentrated on the grilled asparagus to take her mind off the red meat. She’d come too far to backtrack now.[image error]Sam studied the slope from Moira’s shoulder to her breast. Shit, she was built—slender, compact, and all that glorious red hair… “What do you do in your spare time?”“I’m an art teacher, but also an artist. I do work on commission. Plus, I swim every day at five before school, and I go up to the NICU unit at the hospital twice a week to cuddle the babies and feed them.”Alarm bells went off in his head. He wasn’t ready for marriage or children. “How long have you been doing that?”“Two years.”He paused in cutting his steak to lean forward and rest his forearm on the table. “Why do you do it?”“Because cuddling benefits their development. Babies who are cuddled have better sleeping habits and are less fussy. And the parents who have to work, who can’t be there all day to cuddle or hold them, need the extra support.“When my youngest brother was born, I was twelve. He was premature, had lung issues and feeding issues. The doctors didn’t expect him to make it, so they sent him home to die. But we held him constantly and fed him through a tube. He’s fourteen now, strong, fit and plays baseball.”“So, you visit the unit and cuddle babies.”“It takes my thoughts away from school issues and focuses them on what’s important, giving the babies the kind of human contact they need to survive.”“Plus, your school raised money for the NICU?”“Yes. The kids really got on board and did several fundraisers. They’ve worked hard all year. I voted for a couple of students to come and accept the award on behalf of the school, but my principal wanted me to do it.”He turned toward her and his leg brushed hers. “I bet you had a lot to do with organizing the fundraisers.”“The students worked to make things happen.”Yeah, but he’d lay odds her organizational skills kept things running. “Moira, you inspired an entire school to get behind a project. That’s no small feat.”She seemed uncomfortable with the praise and shrugged one shoulder while she chewed an asparagus tip, then took a drink. “The student body learned from the experience, and the school system got good press.” And she’d also received several commissions because of the work. She turned toward him. “And what about you? Wouldn’t it have been easier to be a lawyer than become a SEAL?”He didn’t really want to talk about himself, but there was something about her that elicited trust. “My father and I had a deal. If I finished college, I could do whatever I wanted afterward. So I went to college, finished in three years, enrolled in law school, and passed the bar. The next week I enlisted in the Navy.”“Was that the plan all along?”“Yeah. I got the law degree in case I needed a backup plan some time down the road. I joined the Navy because it’s what I always wanted.” Had he ever told a woman all this?“Did your father realize you were still going into the Navy?”“He thought I’d change my mind once I finished school.”“When did you go into the SEALs?”“Right after boot camp.”Her blue-green eyes rested on his face, her glasses magnifying their expression. “Would you say, then, that you’re just a little bit of an overachiever?”He laughed at her droll tone. “Maybe a little.”“And now you’re a team leader.”“Yeah.”“A first lieutenant?”“How do you know?”“You have a law degree, so you came into the service as an officer. But you’re not old enough to have been in long enough to have the rank of captain. What’s your next goal?”He captured one arrant red curl, finding its texture interestingly coarse, and guided it back into place down her back. Her dress had an intriguing V there that ended just between her shoulder blades, revealing velvety skin that was a temptation he couldn’t resist. She froze as he brushed the back of one finger against the stretch of pale soft skin. “To get you out—” He paused and her heart leaped and hammered against her ribs until he finished the sentence—“on the dance floor right after they give out the awards.”She looked away afraid he might read her reaction and reached for her water glass again. “You may find you’ve bitten off more than you can chew. My size seven feet might feel like boat paddles when they step on your toes.”“I’m not worried. You’re an overachiever, too.”She pushed her plate away, half the food still on it, and shook her head at the server when dessert was offered, then turned to Sam and raised one perfectly arched, red brow. Damn, but she was beautiful. “I’m not even in your league, Sam.”He studied her face. “I think it may be the other way around.” Had he pushed too hard? And why the hell was he pushing like this?Because she was the first woman he’d been interested in a long time. And all her soft, creamy skin was beckoning. Was she as soft all over as that strip down her back? Was the hair between her legs as red as all those curls topside? It took all his control to keep his gaze from wandering from her face to the generous breasts beneath the lace of her evening gown. “We can take a walk along the beach instead if you’d rather.”She bit her lip and her hand shook a little as she pushed the bridge of her glasses back up her nose. In that moment, she seemed…vulnerable and uncertain.They both looked up as a tall, dark-haired young man paused next to Moira. “Mrs. Travis has asked that you join her for a few minutes before she gives out the awards, Ms. McKee.”Surprised, she hesitated. “All right.” She rose and Sam rose with her. “Please excuse me.”
If you really like what you've read and want more excerpts, here are links to two other blogs I've posted with excepts:
https://mymusesmusings.blogspot.com/2020/04/steamy-rom-com-2020-future-releases.html
https://mymusesmusings.blogspot.com/2020/03/a-new-release-building-strength-book-9.html
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TAKING THE PLUNGE
The Blurb:
Rylie Stewart, daughter of SEAL legend, Admiral ‘Black Jack’ Stewart, is in trouble. Big trouble. Eight and a half months through a difficult pregnancy, she’s kept her silence about who the father of her unborn child is, but the closer she gets to giving birth the more the pressure mounts for her to reveal the man’s name. But she’s been a SEAL’s daughter for twenty-three years and she’s as good at keeping secrets as her father is.
Navy SEAL Eric ‘Viking’ Anderson has just come off a six-month deployment to find Rylie on his doorstep with news. He’s about to become a father, and she wants a promise in case something happens to her during the birth. Eric’s more than willing to give her his word, but he wants something in return. Another chance with the woman he loves. And this time they’re going to do things his way. No more hiding and no more secrets.
But there’s one truth he can’t reveal to Rylie without further damaging her rocky relationship with her father. He suspects Black Jack knew about their affair and deployed Eric to end it. But now Rylie’s carrying his baby, the Admiral will play hell getting rid of him again. His missions: To put a wedding ring on Rylie’s finger, making their relationship permanent, and to be the best dad in the world for their baby boy.
An Excerpt:
CHAPTER 1
Rylie hammered the steering wheel with the heel of her hand.She wanted to kill Black Jack Stewart.She wanted to jab a knife between his ribs and twist it. Because that’s what every word he just said to her had felt like. He’d done things in the past that hurt her, but what he said to her tonight… He might as well have called her a whore.And the funny thing was, all she did was wear a blouse that fell off her shoulder and flashed a hint of cleavage. And he went off like a rocket on the fourth of July. Tears erupted, blurring her vision. She could barely breathe as they flooded up from the depths of her heart. She whipped her Toyota into the nearest parking slot—and slammed on the brakes as a shadow shape rose up in front of her. The sound of crunching metal turned her stomach and she jerked the steering wheel to the right. It was something big.Dear God! What if she’d hit someone? She shoved the gear shift into park, released her seat belt, and leapt out of the car, swiping away the tears so she could see.A large motorcycle lay on its side like a dying dinosaur. The rear fender and wheel were crushed, the tire flat, and the exhaust pipes were flattened. The chrome had a just-polished gleam, and the red metallic paint decorating the gas tank and fenders was spotless. The word “Indian” in gold cursive embellished the tank.Can this day get any worse? As much as she wanted to blame her father for this, it was her own damn fault. She’d let her emotions get the better of her, and she should have pulled over miles ago. She should be grateful that at least the gorgeous machine was parked and no one was hurt.She took her cellphone out of her purse and took a quick picture of the license plate on the back fender. She’d never seen a motorcycle like it before. What if it was some kind of custom-made, one-of-a-kind bike? What if it couldn’t be fixed? Her stomach pitched.The stores along this stretch of street were already closed except for McP’s Pub, a hangout for the local SEAL teams because it was owned by a retired SEAL.Explaining this mangled, formerly pristine bike to anyone of the SEAL persuasion wasn’t what she needed right now. She sent up a murmured prayer. Please don’t let this bike belong to a SEAL.She stashed her cell phone in her purse again and threw the strap over her shoulder, locked the car, and started up the street. She heard male laughter coming from the walled outdoor eating area even before she reached the front door to the pub.Her phone rang, and she paused to pull it out again.Her father. She’d heard all she wanted to hear from him. The hurt he inflicted tonight was eating away at her already, and she wasn’t about to give him another shot at her.She declined the call and strode into the pub, pausing for her eyes to adjust to the dimmer light. One of the waitresses approached her, but before the woman could seat her, she asked, “Do you happen to know anyone here who rides a motorcycle?”“Is there a problem?”“Yeah.” Nerves dried her mouth, and she swallowed. Some men treated their vehicles better than their girlfriends. If the owner of the bike was like that, she could be in trouble. “I just hit it, and I’m looking for the owner.”“There’s a guy here…Eric Anderson...who rides some kind of specialty bike.”Oh, shit!“Could you point him out to me?”“He’s with a group of his friends out back. Maybe I should just tell him you need to talk to him.”Facing one angry probable-SEAL sounded bad enough without adding the supportive outrage of a group. “I’d appreciate that.”“You look a little pale. Why don’t you take a seat, and I’ll bring you a drink of water first.”“Okay.”Rylie didn’t realize how nervous she was until her butt hit the seat. What if he got irate and abusive?As abusive as her own father’s verbal attack. All the awful things he spewed came back to hurt her again.She sipped the water, but it didn’t dull the replay of her father shouting about how cheap she looked. She gazed into the clear liquid in her glass, but could find no explanation for why he’d attacked her so viciously.She wanted to go home and lick her wounds instead of sitting here dealing with an accident and a justifiably angry SEAL.Where exactly had the picture Black Jack painted of her come from?She wasn’t anything like what he described. She had only two long-term boyfriends all the way through college. She didn’t go out cruising bars and picking up guys. She didn’t get drunk and sleep around. Was that really what he thought of her?Two men walked in from the exterior tables area, but she barely registered them as they crossed to the bar.She sipped more water, mostly because she needed something to do with her hands than anything else.“Hey,” a deep, masculine voice said from directly in front of her.She braced herself and looked up, and up, trailing over snug jeans hugging long legs and narrow hips, and on to a lightweight gray T-shirt that did nothing to disguise muscular abs and pecs. The sleeves banded tight around upper arms bulked from either manual labor, lifting weights, or both, and his biceps flexed as he pulled out a chair and sat down across from her.Her mouth went dry as dust as her attention snagged on his chiseled jaw, the perfect shape of his mouth, and his pale blue eyes, though his face was saved from being too perfect by the minute crook of his nose. Had it been broken sometime in the past?His quick smile had a punch to it. He extended his hand. “Eric Anderson.”Oh, shit! She clasped it briefly. “Rylie Stewart.”“Tina said you want to speak to me.”Rylie took another sip of water, then set the glass down. “Mr. Anderson… Do you own a red motorcycle with the name Indian painted on the gas tank?”His expression flattened and his eyes narrowed. “Yes.”Drawing a shaky breath, she said, “I’m sorry, but I just hit it. With my car, I mean.” That was stupid. What else would I have hit it with? “I’ve damaged the back wheel and fender and the exhaust pipes. But I have insurance, and I promise I’ll do whatever it takes to get it fixed.”He moved so quickly she jerked and caught her breath.*** Eric was up out of his seat, out the door, and jogging down the street before he even thought about it. The bike lay on its side and had obviously been knocked forward a couple of feet.Jesus! The damage was just as bad as she’d described, except it was probably also scraped and scratched all to hell on the other side. She really hit it hard. It was a wonder it hadn’t been knocked into the car in front of it. Jesus! This was his only ride. And he loved this bike. Loved the grace and power of her. She’d been beautiful. Damnit!And she’d cost nearly ten thousand dollars.“Fuck!” He breathed the word aloud to expel some of his frustration and grief.“I’m sorry.”He hadn’t been aware of her approach and whipped around to face her.“How the hell did this happen?” he demanded, barely in control.“I had something in my eye and my vision was blurred. I whipped into the parking space to get out of traffic and overshot the space. Do you want to call a wrecker?”No. He didn’t want to call a wrecker. But he’d have to.He jerked out his phone. At least he knew where to have them take his bike. The only place, the only person he’d trust it to. “Todd, I have a problem. My Indian has been hit by a car and has major damage to the rear end. Can you pick it up?”Todd’s curses were worse than his own. When he finally wound down, he asked, “Are you okay?”“Yeah. It was parked, I wasn’t on it.”“What the hell happened?” The man’s anger sounded so much like his own, he almost smiled.“The rear bumper, wheel and exhaust are crushed. And there are probably plenty of scrapes and dings on the side I can’t see.”“Shit! Where are you?”“Just down the street from McP’s.”“Dan’s on a delivery, so I’ll call him to come pick her up. You’ll need a ride to get to work, won’t you?”“Yeah.” “I’ll take care of it. I have a rebuilt nearly ready to go. She needs detailing, but she’ll get you to and from until yours is fixed. I can drop it off at the base in the morning. Tell me the guy who hit you has insurance.”“Yeah, she does.”“Blind bitches,” Todd muttered with feeling.Eric swung his attention back to the woman responsible for the damage. Her thick, dark hair was caught back in a clip, the defined widow’s peak and her high cheekbones exaggerating the heart shape of her face. And now he’d calmed down, he noticed the faint smudges of eye makeup beneath dark eyes he’d thought were brown in the dull lighting of the pub. He now realized they were the darkest blue he’d ever seen, and surrounded by thick, black lashes. She had a mouth lush and wide enough to give the Naked Warrior sculpture a hard on.“It was just an accident,” he heard himself say, and her head came up and those dark eyes pinned him. Todd laughed. “She must be hot as hell for you to say that.”“Time’s a-wastin’, my friend, and I have a steak with my name on it waiting for me at McP’s. I’ll have to call and tell them to keep it warm for me until we deal with this.”“Dan’s on the way.”Eric closed the call and dialed a familiar number. “Hey, Tuck. Ask the waitress to hold my steak until I come back in. I need to take care of something out here.”“Don’t tell me you’re answering a fifteen-minute booty call from some anonymous woman.”“No, dumbass.” If he told him his bike had been trashed, all the guys would pile out on the street to check it out, and Rylie Stewart didn’t look up to dealing with the whole team right now. “I’ll explain later.”He closed out the call.She hadn’t mentioned the damage to her car, but he could see the grill was dented and the Toyota emblem mashed in. Luckily, though, nothing seemed to be leaking from beneath the vehicle, so it was probably still roadworthy.“When Dan gets here, I’ll ask him to look at your car and make sure it’s okay. You’ll need to have a little body work done to the front end.”She moved to take a look at the damage and rested a hand on the hood. “Are you sure your bike can be fixed?”He glanced down at the crushed wheel and exhaust system. “Todd’s a magician when it comes to fixing motorcycles. But it won’t be cheap.”She opened her tiny purse and withdrew a small note pad, a pen, and her insurance card, and wrote down her information. “Here’s my insurance information, my contact number, and my driver’s license number. I’ll call my insurance company first thing tomorrow morning and notify them of what happened. Here’s my business card. If you have any trouble, please don’t hesitate to call me.”“You’re not just going to drive off without letting Todd look at your car. Stay and let him look at it.” He looked down at her business card. Rylie Stewart. Where had he heard that name before?He didn’t have time to ask, because he spotted the tow truck with Todd’s logo painted across the front. It drove past them until the trailer was positioned properly, came to a halt, and the caution lights of both truck and trailer started flashing.A man leaped out of the truck. “Hey, Viking. Dad said someone ran over your girl. I was on a delivery so he told me to come pick her up.” Short, stocky and built like a street brawler, Danny Davis strode toward the motorcycle and whistled. “Damn, that’s a sickening sight.”Eric glanced at Rylie and saw her bite her lip.“At least the damage is limited to the back end. We’ll take care of her for you.”“Thanks, man.”“We ought to be able to get her onto the trailer. Let me lower the ramp. You can get on one side, I’ll get on the other, and we’ll half-roll, half-lift her. Let the front tire do all the heavy lifting. We’re going to tilt her onto it and roll her up the ramp.”His plan turned out to be easier said than done, but finally they were able to manhandle the bike up the ramp and into the trailer. Because of the rear tire damage, they laid her on her side and strapped her down.“Can you take a look at Rylie’s car to make sure it’s roadworthy, Dan?”“Sure.” Todd nodded to Rylie. “Release the hood for me so I can check it out.”It took only a few minutes for him to rule that the car could be driven, though, like Eric had said, she’d need some bodywork on the front end.Dan left with a wave, and for a moment Eric remained silent. “I’ll need your contact information for my insurance,” Rylie said.“Sure. Want me to put it on your cell, or use that pad?”She took the pad back out of her tiny purse. He flipped it open and wrote his name, cell number, and his address.“Can I see your purse?” he asked.She stared at him for a moment, her expression wary, then finally handed it to him.He opened it and looked inside.“Why are you looking inside my purse?”“It looks about the size of a postage stamp. For a few minutes there I thought it was one of those bottomless magician bags. You know, the kind where they just keep pulling shit out of it.”Rylie laughed. She’d been pretty in a California-girl way before, but when she laughed she was beautiful. And she had just enough of a rasp in her voice that it was sexy as hell.He handed the purse back. “A bunch of us are sitting in the back eating wings and hanging out. Why don’t you join us? I’ll share my steak with you.”
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My next release Hot SEAL, Taking The Plunge, is due out September 1, 2020. I thought I'd post the first chapter of each book so you can get a peek at the characters and the stories. And don't ignore the other links to other blogs in this post. There will be other excerpts of Building Strength you can access through links I've posted to 2 other blogs.
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BUILDING STRENGTH
The Blurb:
Sleeping with a man before getting to know him isn’t the smartest blueprint for building a relationship.
But after being celibate for so long, when lightning strikes redhead Moira McKee embraces being impetuous for once in her life and decides to go with it. Even if Navy SEAL Lieutenant Sam Harding never calls her again, he will at least have replaced the painful memories of her first (and last) intimate experience.
Sam Harding has a reputation for being a hard-ass at work and at play. He has two unbendable rules: No strings. Keep it casual. But when he meets Moira at a charity dinner, he’s torn between the desire to take her to bed and the need to protect her.
After a night of terrific sex, neither knows where things are going. But then Moira finds a dead body on the grounds of the hotel, and Sam can’t walk away before he’s sure she’s safe.
At least that’s what he tells himself. But as the threat he’s sensed becomes real, he’s powerless to protect her. It’s up to Moira to fight for her survival…and his.
An Excerpt:
Out of place and underdressed, especially for a ritzy, high-society evening at the Hotel Del Coronado. Moira rolled her head on a neck stiff with tension and took a deep breath. Her off-the-rack evening gown, with its white lace bodice, three-quarter length sleeves, and pleated maroon floor-length skirt had seemed classic when she tried it on, but now seemed…plain.She was a high school art teacher, not one of the businessmen and local politicians clustered in elegant, laughing groups around the room. And besides, she wasn’t here to compete with San Diego’s elite, but to accept an award for her school for raising twenty-five thousand dollars for the neonatal unit at South County General.The soft roar of voices pulsed through the cavernous ballroom like a wave of static. The small string quartet onstage competed against it as Moira wove through the crowd and between the round tables, each with a beautiful centerpiece and set to seat ten.Her attention was drawn to a man leaning against one of the pillars that separated the central part of the room from the bank of windows looking out over the bay.If there was a reason for a man to wear a tux, he epitomized it. The dark jacket was tailored to his broad shoulders, the stiff collar of his shirt looked snow-white against his tanned skin, and his satin vest, embroidered with some kind of pattern, clung to a torso, lean but not skinny. And she’d bet there was muscle beneath that sexy, classy exterior.His sharp, narrow-eyed gaze scanned the room as though he expected a fight to break out at any moment. His chiseled features were set in a frown that drew his dark brows together over a nose straight as a blade.She itched for a drawing pad and pencil to capture that expression.A woman approached him, brave soul. Though his features relaxed into polite lines, he didn’t smile. They exchanged a few words.Over top the woman’s head, he looked up suddenly and pinned Moira like a butterfly to a board. Her heart leapt and her breath caught. Heat flared in her cheeks, and she pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose before turning away to sit at the assigned table she’d finally located.Elizabeth Travis, one of the hospital board members, and founder of Sarah’s Dreams, took the stage and approached the microphone. “If everyone will please be seated, we’ll get things underway.”Four couples found their places at her table. With her attention focused on the stage Moira sensed someone slipping into the seat to her right, but was distracted when the blonde woman beside her offered her hand. “Denise Clayborn, and this is my husband, Nelson.”As she leaned to shake the woman’s hand, Moira’s skirt brushed Denise’s, and she noticed the colors were barely a half a shade different.“It seems wine is the popular color this season,” Denise commented.“It would seem. I’ve seen several other dresses close to the same shade since I got here. It’s very nice to meet you. I’m Moira McKee.”Denise had a friendly smile. “A strong, Scottish name, and you have the lovely red hair to go with it.”“Thank you.” Moira touched the curling tendrils surrounding her face. She’d decided to not straighten her hair for this event, and was regretting it. No matter what she did to control the naturally curly mop, it willfully escaped every pin, barrette or ponytail holder, and fuzzed and curled at even a hint of rain. She’d managed to pin at least part of it atop her head and allowed the rest to curl down her back. “It’s been the bane of my existence since I was born,” Moira said with a grin.The woman laughed. “And how long have you known Sam?”Moira raised her brows. “Sam?”Denise gestured toward the man sitting next to Moira, and she turned to acknowledge her tablemate.Of course it would be him. Nerves jittered in the pit of her stomach. He wasn’t so much handsome as he was compelling and very masculine. And he smelled delicious.“Sam Harding,” he introduced himself.“Moira McKee,” she said, offering her hand.“Moira,” he repeated her name, his tawny eyes fixed on her face. He had a tempered grip, neither crushing her hand to show dominance nor holding it like it was spun glass. Her breathing hitched at having all that intense masculinity directed at her.“Are you still in the Navy, Sam?” Nelson asked, interrupting Sam’s intent study of her features.“Yeah.” Sam released her hand.“How many deployments?”“I don’t keep track.”The unexpected humility in the way he avoided answering caught her attention.“How long do you intend to stay in?”“As long as they’ll have me.”“Well, your dad has two other Hardings to follow in his footsteps and pass the firm on to. And with your law degree, you can always transfer over to the Jag Corps when you decide you’ve had enough.”Sam raised a brow. “I like what I do just fine.”There was a bland note in his voice, but the heavy-lidded glance he flashed in Nelson’s direction had an edge.“Moira, do you know Estelle and Joe Patterson?” Sam asked as he gestured to the couple directly across the table from them.“No.” She nodded to the couple.“And Doris and Landon Thompson.”She leaned forward to nod at that couple as well. As she listened to him answer Landon Thompson’s polite enquiry about his family, she wondered how a guy who hobnobbed with rich businessmen like they were neighbors had ended up a Navy SEAL. There had to be a story there.Moira breathed a sigh when Elizabeth Travis called the crowd to order for the second time now that several guests had taken their places on the stage.She recognized the mayor and the head of South County General Hospital from their pictures in the paper, and while she didn’t know the other two, she was willing to bet they were going to pay for their meal before they got to eat it. Put four bureaucrats on a stage and every one of them had to make a speech. It was a given.She reached for the glass of water at her place and took a sip.“What do you do for a living, Moira?” Sam asked.“I’m a high school art teacher.”“Tough duty?”“Sometimes. And sometimes, when a gifted student lives up to his or her potential and gets a scholarship for college, it’s all worth it.”“I can understand that. I’m in the business of pushing men to live up to their potential.”He had Navy SEAL written all over him. She’d have figured it out on her own even if Nelson Clayborn hadn’t pretty much outed him. “Do you train them?”“Sometimes.”She nodded. She’d read some articles about SEALs. If he wasn’t involved in training, he’d be taking out threats in any number of places across the globe.They fell silent as the first speaker, the mayor, rose and strode to the podium. He welcomed the attendees and gave a short intro about the history of Sarah’s Dreams, Elizabeth Travis’s nonprofit organization that raised money for programs to benefit hospitalized children. It was named for her daughter, who had died at eighteen months from complications during surgery to repair a congenital heart defect.Moira had researched the woman and the organization before encouraging the student body to do the fundraiser. This year’s project was raising money for the Neonatal Care Unit of one of the smaller hospitals in San Diego, the hospital where she volunteered.The speeches went on, and she glanced over to find Sam watching her more than once. But he was way out of her league. His family must have money, plus he was an officer in the Navy. It didn’t take a mental giant to see he was used to being in charge.As soon as the last speech ended the crowd breathed a sigh of relief and a swarm of wait staff appeared with rolling carts and large racks and round trays to serve the meal.“How did you get looped into coming to this thing?” Nelson asked from across the table, his attention focused on Sam.There was a challenge in Nelson’s voice that made Moira uncomfortable.Sam shrugged one broad shoulder dismissively. “My father and brothers are out of town for a few days, and my mother asked me to come so I could deliver their donation and represent their law firm.”“I got looped into coming to represent my school as well,” Moira said to the table at large, backing him up.He leaned close and rested an arm along the back of her chair. She breathed in the clean, woodsy scent of his soap or cologne. “Maybe we can change a boring evening into something more interesting.”Was he really putting the move on her after only five minutes of conversation? The experience was surprising and new to her, and she stumbled around, searching for a reply. “I don’t know you, Sam.”“You can get to know me when we dance later.”“I don’t know how to dance, unless you count the jumping around like a maniac that everyone does in junior high.”His brows rose. “You’re kidding, right?”“No.” She shook her head.“No problem. I can teach you.”Her heart tap-danced against her ribcage in response to the velvety dark heat in his tone.“I’m sure you’re fast on your feet, but I like to move slowly.”He chuckled. That’s all it took for her breathing to hitch, and she swallowed. His smile was as devastating as she expected it to be. Every inch of her skin seemed to have grown nerves she’d never been aware of, and every one of them quivered in anticipation of when he would touch her.“I can do slow, Moira.”She squeezed her thighs together tight as sexual heat rushed to intimate areas of her body. Jesus! She bet he could do it all. And that was the problem. She’d feel safer cutting her teeth on someone who hadn’t or couldn’t. She was saved from replying when a waiter slid a plate in front of her.Moira unfolded her napkin and spread it over her lap. The crab cakes looked delicious, but she was more than willing to eat now and pay for them tomorrow. She cut into the patty, and savored the bite, humming in appreciation while she caught Sam’s quick glance.She attempted to move the conversation into safer territory. “What do you do besides dance when you’re not deployed?”“If I’m not on duty at the base I run, fish, surf, and sail. I have a sailboat at one of the docks, and I take her out as often as I can. If you’re interested, you could go out with me on Sunday.”“How do you know you like me well enough to be”—she almost said trapped—“on a boat with me for several hours?”“The whole point of going sailing is to enjoy the wind, the surf, and the sun. It’s peaceful out there. Though I bet with your beautiful pale skin…” He brushed his fingertips over her arm just above her wrist, igniting trickles of sensation along the path “…you have to layer on sunscreen.”She swallowed. “Yes, I do. I wear my wet suit when I go to the beach for a swim so I don’t have to apply sunscreen.”“Then you could wear your wet suit and a hat and not have to worry about the sun while I teach you a little about sailing.”To keep her mind from wandering to what else he could teach her while on his boat, she turned her attention to the last bite of crab cake on her plate, and just in time.A moment later wait staff whisked away their empty plates and replaced them with their entrées. She’d gone with the chicken instead of the filet mignon because the crab cakes were the treat, but it didn’t keep her from eyeing Sam’s steak. She concentrated on the grilled asparagus to take her mind off the red meat. She’d come too far to backtrack now.[image error]Sam studied the slope from Moira’s shoulder to her breast. Shit, she was built—slender, compact, and all that glorious red hair… “What do you do in your spare time?”“I’m an art teacher, but also an artist. I do work on commission. Plus, I swim every day at five before school, and I go up to the NICU unit at the hospital twice a week to cuddle the babies and feed them.”Alarm bells went off in his head. He wasn’t ready for marriage or children. “How long have you been doing that?”“Two years.”He paused in cutting his steak to lean forward and rest his forearm on the table. “Why do you do it?”“Because cuddling benefits their development. Babies who are cuddled have better sleeping habits and are less fussy. And the parents who have to work, who can’t be there all day to cuddle or hold them, need the extra support.“When my youngest brother was born, I was twelve. He was premature, had lung issues and feeding issues. The doctors didn’t expect him to make it, so they sent him home to die. But we held him constantly and fed him through a tube. He’s fourteen now, strong, fit and plays baseball.”“So, you visit the unit and cuddle babies.”“It takes my thoughts away from school issues and focuses them on what’s important, giving the babies the kind of human contact they need to survive.”“Plus, your school raised money for the NICU?”“Yes. The kids really got on board and did several fundraisers. They’ve worked hard all year. I voted for a couple of students to come and accept the award on behalf of the school, but my principal wanted me to do it.”He turned toward her and his leg brushed hers. “I bet you had a lot to do with organizing the fundraisers.”“The students worked to make things happen.”Yeah, but he’d lay odds her organizational skills kept things running. “Moira, you inspired an entire school to get behind a project. That’s no small feat.”She seemed uncomfortable with the praise and shrugged one shoulder while she chewed an asparagus tip, then took a drink. “The student body learned from the experience, and the school system got good press.” And she’d also received several commissions because of the work. She turned toward him. “And what about you? Wouldn’t it have been easier to be a lawyer than become a SEAL?”He didn’t really want to talk about himself, but there was something about her that elicited trust. “My father and I had a deal. If I finished college, I could do whatever I wanted afterward. So I went to college, finished in three years, enrolled in law school, and passed the bar. The next week I enlisted in the Navy.”“Was that the plan all along?”“Yeah. I got the law degree in case I needed a backup plan some time down the road. I joined the Navy because it’s what I always wanted.” Had he ever told a woman all this?“Did your father realize you were still going into the Navy?”“He thought I’d change my mind once I finished school.”“When did you go into the SEALs?”“Right after boot camp.”Her blue-green eyes rested on his face, her glasses magnifying their expression. “Would you say, then, that you’re just a little bit of an overachiever?”He laughed at her droll tone. “Maybe a little.”“And now you’re a team leader.”“Yeah.”“A first lieutenant?”“How do you know?”“You have a law degree, so you came into the service as an officer. But you’re not old enough to have been in long enough to have the rank of captain. What’s your next goal?”He captured one arrant red curl, finding its texture interestingly coarse, and guided it back into place down her back. Her dress had an intriguing V there that ended just between her shoulder blades, revealing velvety skin that was a temptation he couldn’t resist. She froze as he brushed the back of one finger against the stretch of pale soft skin. “To get you out—” He paused and her heart leaped and hammered against her ribs until he finished the sentence—“on the dance floor right after they give out the awards.”She looked away afraid he might read her reaction and reached for her water glass again. “You may find you’ve bitten off more than you can chew. My size seven feet might feel like boat paddles when they step on your toes.”“I’m not worried. You’re an overachiever, too.”She pushed her plate away, half the food still on it, and shook her head at the server when dessert was offered, then turned to Sam and raised one perfectly arched, red brow. Damn, but she was beautiful. “I’m not even in your league, Sam.”He studied her face. “I think it may be the other way around.” Had he pushed too hard? And why the hell was he pushing like this?Because she was the first woman he’d been interested in a long time. And all her soft, creamy skin was beckoning. Was she as soft all over as that strip down her back? Was the hair between her legs as red as all those curls topside? It took all his control to keep his gaze from wandering from her face to the generous breasts beneath the lace of her evening gown. “We can take a walk along the beach instead if you’d rather.”She bit her lip and her hand shook a little as she pushed the bridge of her glasses back up her nose. In that moment, she seemed…vulnerable and uncertain.They both looked up as a tall, dark-haired young man paused next to Moira. “Mrs. Travis has asked that you join her for a few minutes before she gives out the awards, Ms. McKee.”Surprised, she hesitated. “All right.” She rose and Sam rose with her. “Please excuse me.”
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TAKING THE PLUNGE
The Blurb:
Rylie Stewart, daughter of SEAL legend, Admiral ‘Black Jack’ Stewart, is in trouble. Big trouble. Eight and a half months through a difficult pregnancy, she’s kept her silence about who the father of her unborn child is, but the closer she gets to giving birth the more the pressure mounts for her to reveal the man’s name. But she’s been a SEAL’s daughter for twenty-three years and she’s as good at keeping secrets as her father is.
Navy SEAL Eric ‘Viking’ Anderson has just come off a six-month deployment to find Rylie on his doorstep with news. He’s about to become a father, and she wants a promise in case something happens to her during the birth. Eric’s more than willing to give her his word, but he wants something in return. Another chance with the woman he loves. And this time they’re going to do things his way. No more hiding and no more secrets.
But there’s one truth he can’t reveal to Rylie without further damaging her rocky relationship with her father. He suspects Black Jack knew about their affair and deployed Eric to end it. But now Rylie’s carrying his baby, the Admiral will play hell getting rid of him again. His missions: To put a wedding ring on Rylie’s finger, making their relationship permanent, and to be the best dad in the world for their baby boy.
An Excerpt:
CHAPTER 1
Rylie hammered the steering wheel with the heel of her hand.She wanted to kill Black Jack Stewart.She wanted to jab a knife between his ribs and twist it. Because that’s what every word he just said to her had felt like. He’d done things in the past that hurt her, but what he said to her tonight… He might as well have called her a whore.And the funny thing was, all she did was wear a blouse that fell off her shoulder and flashed a hint of cleavage. And he went off like a rocket on the fourth of July. Tears erupted, blurring her vision. She could barely breathe as they flooded up from the depths of her heart. She whipped her Toyota into the nearest parking slot—and slammed on the brakes as a shadow shape rose up in front of her. The sound of crunching metal turned her stomach and she jerked the steering wheel to the right. It was something big.Dear God! What if she’d hit someone? She shoved the gear shift into park, released her seat belt, and leapt out of the car, swiping away the tears so she could see.A large motorcycle lay on its side like a dying dinosaur. The rear fender and wheel were crushed, the tire flat, and the exhaust pipes were flattened. The chrome had a just-polished gleam, and the red metallic paint decorating the gas tank and fenders was spotless. The word “Indian” in gold cursive embellished the tank.Can this day get any worse? As much as she wanted to blame her father for this, it was her own damn fault. She’d let her emotions get the better of her, and she should have pulled over miles ago. She should be grateful that at least the gorgeous machine was parked and no one was hurt.She took her cellphone out of her purse and took a quick picture of the license plate on the back fender. She’d never seen a motorcycle like it before. What if it was some kind of custom-made, one-of-a-kind bike? What if it couldn’t be fixed? Her stomach pitched.The stores along this stretch of street were already closed except for McP’s Pub, a hangout for the local SEAL teams because it was owned by a retired SEAL.Explaining this mangled, formerly pristine bike to anyone of the SEAL persuasion wasn’t what she needed right now. She sent up a murmured prayer. Please don’t let this bike belong to a SEAL.She stashed her cell phone in her purse again and threw the strap over her shoulder, locked the car, and started up the street. She heard male laughter coming from the walled outdoor eating area even before she reached the front door to the pub.Her phone rang, and she paused to pull it out again.Her father. She’d heard all she wanted to hear from him. The hurt he inflicted tonight was eating away at her already, and she wasn’t about to give him another shot at her.She declined the call and strode into the pub, pausing for her eyes to adjust to the dimmer light. One of the waitresses approached her, but before the woman could seat her, she asked, “Do you happen to know anyone here who rides a motorcycle?”“Is there a problem?”“Yeah.” Nerves dried her mouth, and she swallowed. Some men treated their vehicles better than their girlfriends. If the owner of the bike was like that, she could be in trouble. “I just hit it, and I’m looking for the owner.”“There’s a guy here…Eric Anderson...who rides some kind of specialty bike.”Oh, shit!“Could you point him out to me?”“He’s with a group of his friends out back. Maybe I should just tell him you need to talk to him.”Facing one angry probable-SEAL sounded bad enough without adding the supportive outrage of a group. “I’d appreciate that.”“You look a little pale. Why don’t you take a seat, and I’ll bring you a drink of water first.”“Okay.”Rylie didn’t realize how nervous she was until her butt hit the seat. What if he got irate and abusive?As abusive as her own father’s verbal attack. All the awful things he spewed came back to hurt her again.She sipped the water, but it didn’t dull the replay of her father shouting about how cheap she looked. She gazed into the clear liquid in her glass, but could find no explanation for why he’d attacked her so viciously.She wanted to go home and lick her wounds instead of sitting here dealing with an accident and a justifiably angry SEAL.Where exactly had the picture Black Jack painted of her come from?She wasn’t anything like what he described. She had only two long-term boyfriends all the way through college. She didn’t go out cruising bars and picking up guys. She didn’t get drunk and sleep around. Was that really what he thought of her?Two men walked in from the exterior tables area, but she barely registered them as they crossed to the bar.She sipped more water, mostly because she needed something to do with her hands than anything else.“Hey,” a deep, masculine voice said from directly in front of her.She braced herself and looked up, and up, trailing over snug jeans hugging long legs and narrow hips, and on to a lightweight gray T-shirt that did nothing to disguise muscular abs and pecs. The sleeves banded tight around upper arms bulked from either manual labor, lifting weights, or both, and his biceps flexed as he pulled out a chair and sat down across from her.Her mouth went dry as dust as her attention snagged on his chiseled jaw, the perfect shape of his mouth, and his pale blue eyes, though his face was saved from being too perfect by the minute crook of his nose. Had it been broken sometime in the past?His quick smile had a punch to it. He extended his hand. “Eric Anderson.”Oh, shit! She clasped it briefly. “Rylie Stewart.”“Tina said you want to speak to me.”Rylie took another sip of water, then set the glass down. “Mr. Anderson… Do you own a red motorcycle with the name Indian painted on the gas tank?”His expression flattened and his eyes narrowed. “Yes.”Drawing a shaky breath, she said, “I’m sorry, but I just hit it. With my car, I mean.” That was stupid. What else would I have hit it with? “I’ve damaged the back wheel and fender and the exhaust pipes. But I have insurance, and I promise I’ll do whatever it takes to get it fixed.”He moved so quickly she jerked and caught her breath.*** Eric was up out of his seat, out the door, and jogging down the street before he even thought about it. The bike lay on its side and had obviously been knocked forward a couple of feet.Jesus! The damage was just as bad as she’d described, except it was probably also scraped and scratched all to hell on the other side. She really hit it hard. It was a wonder it hadn’t been knocked into the car in front of it. Jesus! This was his only ride. And he loved this bike. Loved the grace and power of her. She’d been beautiful. Damnit!And she’d cost nearly ten thousand dollars.“Fuck!” He breathed the word aloud to expel some of his frustration and grief.“I’m sorry.”He hadn’t been aware of her approach and whipped around to face her.“How the hell did this happen?” he demanded, barely in control.“I had something in my eye and my vision was blurred. I whipped into the parking space to get out of traffic and overshot the space. Do you want to call a wrecker?”No. He didn’t want to call a wrecker. But he’d have to.He jerked out his phone. At least he knew where to have them take his bike. The only place, the only person he’d trust it to. “Todd, I have a problem. My Indian has been hit by a car and has major damage to the rear end. Can you pick it up?”Todd’s curses were worse than his own. When he finally wound down, he asked, “Are you okay?”“Yeah. It was parked, I wasn’t on it.”“What the hell happened?” The man’s anger sounded so much like his own, he almost smiled.“The rear bumper, wheel and exhaust are crushed. And there are probably plenty of scrapes and dings on the side I can’t see.”“Shit! Where are you?”“Just down the street from McP’s.”“Dan’s on a delivery, so I’ll call him to come pick her up. You’ll need a ride to get to work, won’t you?”“Yeah.” “I’ll take care of it. I have a rebuilt nearly ready to go. She needs detailing, but she’ll get you to and from until yours is fixed. I can drop it off at the base in the morning. Tell me the guy who hit you has insurance.”“Yeah, she does.”“Blind bitches,” Todd muttered with feeling.Eric swung his attention back to the woman responsible for the damage. Her thick, dark hair was caught back in a clip, the defined widow’s peak and her high cheekbones exaggerating the heart shape of her face. And now he’d calmed down, he noticed the faint smudges of eye makeup beneath dark eyes he’d thought were brown in the dull lighting of the pub. He now realized they were the darkest blue he’d ever seen, and surrounded by thick, black lashes. She had a mouth lush and wide enough to give the Naked Warrior sculpture a hard on.“It was just an accident,” he heard himself say, and her head came up and those dark eyes pinned him. Todd laughed. “She must be hot as hell for you to say that.”“Time’s a-wastin’, my friend, and I have a steak with my name on it waiting for me at McP’s. I’ll have to call and tell them to keep it warm for me until we deal with this.”“Dan’s on the way.”Eric closed the call and dialed a familiar number. “Hey, Tuck. Ask the waitress to hold my steak until I come back in. I need to take care of something out here.”“Don’t tell me you’re answering a fifteen-minute booty call from some anonymous woman.”“No, dumbass.” If he told him his bike had been trashed, all the guys would pile out on the street to check it out, and Rylie Stewart didn’t look up to dealing with the whole team right now. “I’ll explain later.”He closed out the call.She hadn’t mentioned the damage to her car, but he could see the grill was dented and the Toyota emblem mashed in. Luckily, though, nothing seemed to be leaking from beneath the vehicle, so it was probably still roadworthy.“When Dan gets here, I’ll ask him to look at your car and make sure it’s okay. You’ll need to have a little body work done to the front end.”She moved to take a look at the damage and rested a hand on the hood. “Are you sure your bike can be fixed?”He glanced down at the crushed wheel and exhaust system. “Todd’s a magician when it comes to fixing motorcycles. But it won’t be cheap.”She opened her tiny purse and withdrew a small note pad, a pen, and her insurance card, and wrote down her information. “Here’s my insurance information, my contact number, and my driver’s license number. I’ll call my insurance company first thing tomorrow morning and notify them of what happened. Here’s my business card. If you have any trouble, please don’t hesitate to call me.”“You’re not just going to drive off without letting Todd look at your car. Stay and let him look at it.” He looked down at her business card. Rylie Stewart. Where had he heard that name before?He didn’t have time to ask, because he spotted the tow truck with Todd’s logo painted across the front. It drove past them until the trailer was positioned properly, came to a halt, and the caution lights of both truck and trailer started flashing.A man leaped out of the truck. “Hey, Viking. Dad said someone ran over your girl. I was on a delivery so he told me to come pick her up.” Short, stocky and built like a street brawler, Danny Davis strode toward the motorcycle and whistled. “Damn, that’s a sickening sight.”Eric glanced at Rylie and saw her bite her lip.“At least the damage is limited to the back end. We’ll take care of her for you.”“Thanks, man.”“We ought to be able to get her onto the trailer. Let me lower the ramp. You can get on one side, I’ll get on the other, and we’ll half-roll, half-lift her. Let the front tire do all the heavy lifting. We’re going to tilt her onto it and roll her up the ramp.”His plan turned out to be easier said than done, but finally they were able to manhandle the bike up the ramp and into the trailer. Because of the rear tire damage, they laid her on her side and strapped her down.“Can you take a look at Rylie’s car to make sure it’s roadworthy, Dan?”“Sure.” Todd nodded to Rylie. “Release the hood for me so I can check it out.”It took only a few minutes for him to rule that the car could be driven, though, like Eric had said, she’d need some bodywork on the front end.Dan left with a wave, and for a moment Eric remained silent. “I’ll need your contact information for my insurance,” Rylie said.“Sure. Want me to put it on your cell, or use that pad?”She took the pad back out of her tiny purse. He flipped it open and wrote his name, cell number, and his address.“Can I see your purse?” he asked.She stared at him for a moment, her expression wary, then finally handed it to him.He opened it and looked inside.“Why are you looking inside my purse?”“It looks about the size of a postage stamp. For a few minutes there I thought it was one of those bottomless magician bags. You know, the kind where they just keep pulling shit out of it.”Rylie laughed. She’d been pretty in a California-girl way before, but when she laughed she was beautiful. And she had just enough of a rasp in her voice that it was sexy as hell.He handed the purse back. “A bunch of us are sitting in the back eating wings and hanging out. Why don’t you join us? I’ll share my steak with you.”
I hope you loved the chapter. Thanks for reading.
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April 1, 2020
Steamy Rom Com 2020 Future Releases!! Download Sample Chapters!
I'm partnering with Cat Johnson, Pippa Grant, MaryAnn Jordan, and Becca Jameson to offer readers a chance to read the first few chapters of some of our 2020 new releases coming out this year.
All the chapters in this preview are for you to download for free and get a taste of the books before they release. They're steamy, funny and suspenseful. And I know you'll enjoy them all.
My Book Hot SEAL, Taking The Plunge is the one I'm previewing on this. I hope you enjoy the excerpt. The book's release date is September 1, 2020.
https://books.bookfunnel.com/spring2020preview/ay5lf7gthb
I thought I'd add the link to each of the author's Amazon pages so you check out what else they have available.
Cat Johnson
Pippa Grant
Becca Jameson
Maryann Jordan
Teresa Reasor
In case you missed the news, I've also had a new SEAL Team Heartbreaker book released St. Patrick's Day March 17th. I thought I'd give it a shout out and post an excerpt here.
Here's an excerpt:
Moira opened her eyes to the beep-beep-beep of a backup alarm on some kind of machinery, possibly a garbage truck. Morning light shone through the blinds and she angled her watch to see what time it was. Four-thirty. She rolled out of bed and went into the bathroom to take care of business and get a drink, and eased back into bed for a few more minutes.Emotionally and physically exhausted, she fell asleep some time after dinner while watching a movie with Sam. She woke up in the middle of the night and found him sound asleep beneath the covers beside her, while she was fully dressed and covered by a separate blanket. Undressing down to her panties and camisole, she climbed in with Sam went back to sleep.The shock and the hurt of Trevor’s attack was still there, but it had dulled somewhat. It could be one of those invisible scars she carried with her if she allowed it, or she could lay it down and dismiss it. She’d learned a long time ago that clinging to the hurt feelings and outrage triggered by other people’s treatment only hurt her, not them. She needed to set it down and walk away.But Trevor would always be Sam’s brother, and if she and Sam continued to see each other she refused to become a dividing force between them. They needed to resolve things between them. They were family.Sam’s warm male body cuddled close against her from behind, the hard length of his erection pressing against one cheek of her ass. Intimate areas of her body responded like he’d flipped a switch. His hand moved beneath her camisole to stroke and caress, intensifying the ache of need centered between her legs. When his lips caressed her shoulder, she bit back a groan.“You okay?” he whispered against her ear, his deep voice a rumble that sent delightful shivers through her while he used his fingertips to toy with one distended nipple.“I’m okay.” She wiggled around to face him. Even with his short hair sticking up in spikes atop his head, he was sexy as hell. She smoothed his hair and kissed him softly. “I could be better.” She ran the backs of her fingers over his belly to the waistband of his boxer briefs and beneath.The light of desire in his eyes flared and his pupils expanded, making the tawny tones of the irises to darken to burnt sienna. She curled her fingers around his erection and caressed him the way she’d learned he liked.“You keep that up and I won’t be any use to you,” he said huskily. He kissed her. His hand surfed over her skin until he tucked it in the back of her panties and traced the rounded curve of one cheek of her ass, then the other, while he nestled her in close. She latched onto his earlobe, gave it a tug, and felt his shudder.She wiggled free of her panties and he wasted no time shucking his boxer briefs. When she rose and straddled him, he gripped her waist.“Condom,” he reminded her. She leaned over to pluck one out of the box on the nightstand. She turned all her focused on his bold, smooth, very erect cock while she slipped the condom over it. “Out of the numerous penises I’ve seen…I think yours might be exceptional.”One dark brow rose. “I was under the impression you hadn’t seen that many.”“Well, after studying six thousand years of art, I’ve seen drawings, sculptures, paintings, photographs… and I’ve drawn nudes from live models.” She bit back a giggle. “I’ll have to tell you about that.” She lowered herself over him, welcoming him inside her, and goosebumps trailed over her skin at the sweep of pleasure being connected to him always gave her. “I think you might stand the test of time.”He laughed, then tugged her down and kissed her with a deep, slow intensity that stole her breath and left her throbbing with need.“We’ll see how long either of us lasts,” he murmured as he raised his hips, deepening their connection.She was addicted to this. Addicted to his special way of guiding her toward orgasm like he instinctively knew just how to touch her, how to move. She lost herself in making love with him. His hands trailed over her bare skin as though he wanted to touch every inch of her, even while his hips rose to counter her downward thrust.They caught a slow rhythm, stretching out the pleasure until it was agonizing to remain poised on the brink. She tumbled over the edge, and as the throb of Sam’s release pulsed inside her, a feeling of tenderness and contentment flooded her. She rubbed her cheek against his.“I like the rest of you just as much as I do your penis.”He chuckled. “I can’t get enough of you either.” He brushed back her hair and drew her down for another kiss, his lips tender. There was something in his face that made her heart beat hard and fast.***[image error]The challenge of getting to work on time was settled when they shared a shower, and Sam dressed while Moira struggled to tame her hair.She was still fiddling with it when he was ready, so he turned on the television to pass the time while he waited. Finding a news channel, he tossed down the remote. Denise Clayborn’s face flashed on the screen, and he fumbled to get the control to turn the volume up. “Mrs. Clayborn was found shot to death in her car last evening at her home.” A picture of Denise holding a little girl popped up on the screen.Moira hurried into the room to stand beside him, her eyes on the image.“According to a police spokesman, the investigation is ongoing, and no suspects have been arrested. Her family has asked for privacy to process and mourn their loss. She is survived by her husband of six years and their three-year-old daughter.”“God, that’s horrible,” she whispered softly. “I only spoke with her for a few minutes, but I thought she was nice.”“Yeah. she was.” He’d seen death in combat, but always distanced himself from it. He couldn’t afford not to. But this was someone he knew, had laughed with, broken bread with. She was young, had a child…“Wonder what happened?”Sam shook his head. “They live in a gated community. It could have been a robbery, but I can’t imagine anyone gaining access to the place to do it.”Moira reached out to touch Sam’s arm. “I’m sorry, Sam. I know you knew her before the dinner, had a history.”“Since college. That’s where she and Nelson met.”“I feel bad for her family.”“I do too.” They’d both been talking about what a dick Nelson was just the other night, and now he’d lost the one person who made him a little less of a dick. Denise had been a positive influence on him. It seemed strange that a tragedy had struck another person they’d both seen just days before.“Should we do something?” she asked in the elevator as he punched the button to take them to the lobby.“Like what?”“Send a card or take by a meal or something.”“I’ll have my mom check with Nelson and ask.”Because she seemed so concerned, he tried to distract her while they walked to the car. “What have you got planned for today?”“I’ll be working late, getting ready for my end of the year art exhibit. I need to get some of the display boards and tables out and hang some of the artwork.”“I can come by and help out a little after five.”“Thank you! I’d love the help.”
Here's the Blurb & Links:
Sleeping with a man before getting to know him isn’t the smartest blueprint for building a relationship.
But after being celibate for so long, when lightning strikes redhead Moira McKee embraces being impetuous for once in her life and decides to go with it. Even if Navy SEAL Lieutenant Sam Harding never calls her again, he will at least have replaced the painful memories of her first (and last) intimate experience.
Sam Harding has a reputation for being a hard-ass at work and at play. He has two unbendable rules: No strings. Keep it casual. But when he meets Moira at a charity dinner, he’s torn between the desire to take her to bed and the need to protect her.
After a night of terrific sex, neither knows where things are going. But then Moira finds a dead body on the grounds of the hotel, and Sam can’t walk away before he’s sure she’s safe.
At least that’s what he tells himself. But as the threat he’s sensed becomes real, he’s powerless to protect her. It’s up to Moira to fight for her survival…and his.
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/ebook/dp/B084DZX9QY/
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Thanks for reading my blog and for all your support!! Without you, I could not do what I do.
Teresa Reasor
March 16, 2020
A NEW RELEASE!!! BUILDING STRENGTH (Book 9 of the SEAL Team Heartbreakers )
Happy ST. Patrick's Day!!!! Since my family does have Irish ancestry I'm always thrilled to celebrate the day with a meal of corned-beef and cabbage and cookies shaped like shamrocks.
But I have an even better reason to celebrate today!!!!
IT'S RELEASE DAY FOR BUILDING STRENGTH (Book 9 of the SEAL Team Heartbreakers)!!!!!
I'm so excited. And I can't wait to hear back from my readers!!
In Building Strength, I'm reintroducing the new SEAL team Brett Weaver was transferred into in Building Ties. And though Brett has moved on to command his own team, Lt. Commander Adam 'Hawk' Yazzie is the commanding officer for this team's platoon. You'll see him in several scenes in all his "happily married hunkiness" as my editor commented.
The Building part of the SEAL Team Heartbreakers will concentrate on the romances, trials, and challenges of this new team and the covers for each book will have similar elements much like the original SEAL team books were similar. And just a note for all of you. My cover artist Tracy Stewart has spent a great deal of time revamping the original covers for the original books and giving them all a facelift. I'll be uploading them ASAP.
HERE'S BUILDING STRENGTH!!
Sleeping with a man before getting to know him isn’t the smartest blueprint for building a relationship.
But after being celibate for so long, when lightning strikes redhead Moira McKee embraces being impetuous for once in her life and decides to go with it. Even if Navy SEAL Lieutenant Sam Harding never calls her again, he will at least have replaced the painful memories of her first (and last) intimate experience.
Sam Harding has a reputation for being a hard-ass at work and at play. He has two unbendable rules: No strings. Keep it casual. But when he meets Moira at a charity dinner, he’s torn between the desire to take her to bed and the need to protect her.
After a night of terrific sex, neither knows where things are going. But then Moira finds a dead body on the grounds of the hotel, and Sam can’t walk away before he’s sure she’s safe.
At least that’s what he tells himself. But as the threat he’s sensed becomes real, he’s powerless to protect her. It’s up to Moira to fight for her survival…and his.
The book is available!!!! Amazon U.S.https://www.amazon.com/Building-Strength-SEAL-Team-Heartbreakers-ebook/dp/B084DZX9QY/
Amazon Canada https://www.amazon.ca/Building-Strength-SEAL-Team-Heartbreakers-ebook/dp/B084DZX9QY/
Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Building-Strength-SEAL-Team-Heartbreakers-ebook/dp/B084DZX9QY/
Amazon Australiahttps://www.amazon.com.au/Building-Strength-SEAL-Team-Heartbreakers-ebook/dp/B084DZX9QY/
APPLE: https://books.apple.com/us/book/building-strength/id1497450951
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NOOK:https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/building-strength-teresa-j-reasor/1136304094?ean=2940163460366
SMASHWORDS: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1002912
HERE'S AN EXCERPT to whet your appetite for the book. I hope you like it
He wasn’t pushing. Wasn’t handling her. But the way he left his arm around her waist, the way he tucked her hair behind her ear, the way he kissed her, jump-started something inside her no one else had even touched. Every nerve was poised for the feel of his hands on her skin, for the weight of his body atop her own.She wanted him. Had felt that jolt of attraction the moment she first saw him, but had dismissed it because before…he would never have looked at her.He sure was looking at her now, though. And she wanted him to keep looking…and more.But was she ready to be so reckless? Though her entire body was ready, her mind remained cautious. “I’ll look forward to the sailing trip on Sunday.”“Wear something comfortable and bring sunblock, and maybe wear a baseball cap or sunglasses.”“Will do. Should I fix some lunch for us?”He shook his head. “I’ll take care of it. I know a place that does an excellent job. I have plenty of drinks on board, but I don’t keep food because I don’t know from week to week if I’ll be there.” He brushed her cheek with his lips, and when she looked up, planted a firmer kiss on her mouth.He accompanied her to the foot of the stairs. “I’ll call you tomorrow with an ETA.”She smiled at the acronym. “All right. Thanks for the dance lesson.”He grinned. “My pleasure.” She watched his confident stride toward the entrance, and smiled as he turned and gave her one last wave.She already regretted letting him go while she climbed the lobby steps to catch an elevator. But she’d done the right thing. She needed time to build her confidence before she took the plunge into a physical relationship with anyone.She stepped onto the elevator with a couple, both blond, young, and unable to keep their hands off each other, though they were subtle about it. The woman clung to the man like a honeysuckle vine and ran her fingers up and down his shirt buttons.The elevator door opened, and all three of them walked down the hallway in the same direction, and the two were already in a clinch before they got the door open. They stumbled inside and the door shut with a bang.Was that how she and Sam would have been if she’d invited him upstairs?To be with someone so strong and sure of himself, she’d have to project the same.Even as she thought it, she reminded herself that she couldn’t pretend to be something she wasn’t. Otherwise the whole relationship would be based on a lie. She was just who she was. A slightly scarred woman trying to find her way to a new normal. If he couldn’t like her for who she was… She’d regret it.She let herself into the room, pulled out her keycard and phone, and placed them on the dresser. Shaking free of her windbreaker, she took in every detail of the room, from the pale gray hue on the walls to the darker gray curtains and comforter on the bed. Numerous pillows on the bed reflected both hues in their design.She should have asked Sam to stay. She pulled off her ponytail holder and ran her fingers through the wind-tossed mop.Her cell phone rang. She crossed to answer it.Sam’s deep voice came across the line. “Just wanted to be sure you made it to your room okay.”“Yes, I’m fine.” She hesitated. “The room is nice. Secure. And I have a balcony. Have you ever stayed here?”“No. I’ve only been there for hospital functions and a wedding or two.”She was trembling and her tongue suddenly felt clumsy as she said. “Would you like to?”Silence stretched. “Someday or tonight?”She’d just lost her mind. But their time together had been perfect. “Tonight.” She was gripping the phone so hard her fingers ached.“What’s your room number?”She could barely get it out.“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”She couldn’t tell if she was going to die of embarrassment or anticipation. What would he think of her?And she hadn’t brought any sexy underwear or even a nice gown. He probably wouldn’t even care about that. He wasn’t coming back to sleep. The thought sent a rush of heat to her face that seemed to sweep over the rest of her. She was either making a horrible mistake or an impulsive, perfect decision. She’d find out which once he got here.Her body was already warming, and the persistent, empty ache between her thighs was driving her crazy. Her breathing grew uneven and labored. She rubbed her hands over her arms and paced the floor.At his soft knock her heart actually leapt, and she moved to open the door.His eyes looked dark and his cheeks were flushed. Her own cheeks went hot.She stepped back to allow him to enter the room, shut the door, and leaned back against it so her shaky legs wouldn’t give out on her. Her throat went dry. She bit her lip. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”“I know. It’s driving me crazy.” He cradled her face in his hands and bent his head to kiss her with a care and gentleness that made the throb of need intensify.When he raised his head, she was slow to open her eyes. “I don’t have any condoms.”“I got it covered.” He pulled his wallet out of his back pocket, opened it, and extracted two condoms. “Emergency stash. I’ve been carrying them around for over a year. Let’s hope they’re still good.”A laugh burst out, surprising her.His grin pushed her need up a notch.“Sam.” Was that her voice with the plea in it?
I LOVE TO LEAVE YOU HANGING. Be on the lookout for Building Strength!!!!
And another thing to celebrate! I have a book up for preorder in the SEALS IN PARADISE series.
HERE'S THE BLURB:
Rylie Stewart, daughter of SEAL legend, Admiral ‘Black Jack’ Stewart, is in trouble. Big trouble. Eight and a half months through a difficult pregnancy, she’s kept her silence about who the father of her unborn child is, but the closer she gets to giving birth the more the pressure mounts for her to reveal the man’s name. But she’s been a SEAL’s daughter for twenty-three years and she’s as good at keeping secrets as her father is.
Navy SEAL Eric ‘Viking’ Anderson has just come off a six-month deployment to find Rylie on his doorstep with news. He’s about to become a father, and she wants a promise in case something happens to her during the birth. Eric’s more than willing to give her his word, but he wants something in return. Another chance with the woman he loves. And this time they’re going to do things his way. No more hiding and no more secrets.
But there’s one truth he can’t reveal to Rylie without further damaging her rocky relationship with her father. He suspects Black Jack knew about their affair and deployed Eric to end it. But now Rylie’s carrying his baby, the Admiral will play hell getting rid of him again. His missions: To put a wedding ring on Rylie’s finger, making their relationship permanent, and to be the best dad in the world for their baby boy.
Hot SEAL, Taking The Plunge will be released September 1, 2020. But you can preorder it right now if you want it.
Amazonhttps://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B084D198QY/Amazon UKhttps://www.amazon.co.uk/SEAL-Taking-Plunge-SEALS-PARADISE-ebook/dp/B084D198QY/Amazon CAhttps://www.amazon.ca/SEAL-Taking-Plunge-SEALS-PARADISE-ebook/dp/B084D198QY/I Bookshttps://books.apple.com/ie/book/hot-seal-taking-the-plunge/id1497418000Kobohttps://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/hot-seal-taking-the-plungeB and Nhttps://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/hot-seal-taking-the-plunge-teresa-j-reasor/1136299457?ean=2940163458141
Here's a link to the first 17 books of the series:https://www.amazon.com/Paradise-Authors/e/B07DSRSDQL/
Be on the lookout for some promotional things we'll be doing after March 29th to introduce the series.
You can join the SEALs In Paradise facebook page for updates about that.
https://www.facebook.com/groups/sealsinparadise/
I ALSO HAVE A CONTEST GOING ON!!!
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I'm so fortunate to be able to do what I love. I am truly blessed. And it's so wonderful to be able to share it with all of you.
Have a Happy St. Patricks Day.
Read on,
Teresa Reasor
But I have an even better reason to celebrate today!!!!
IT'S RELEASE DAY FOR BUILDING STRENGTH (Book 9 of the SEAL Team Heartbreakers)!!!!!
I'm so excited. And I can't wait to hear back from my readers!!
In Building Strength, I'm reintroducing the new SEAL team Brett Weaver was transferred into in Building Ties. And though Brett has moved on to command his own team, Lt. Commander Adam 'Hawk' Yazzie is the commanding officer for this team's platoon. You'll see him in several scenes in all his "happily married hunkiness" as my editor commented.
The Building part of the SEAL Team Heartbreakers will concentrate on the romances, trials, and challenges of this new team and the covers for each book will have similar elements much like the original SEAL team books were similar. And just a note for all of you. My cover artist Tracy Stewart has spent a great deal of time revamping the original covers for the original books and giving them all a facelift. I'll be uploading them ASAP.
HERE'S BUILDING STRENGTH!!
Sleeping with a man before getting to know him isn’t the smartest blueprint for building a relationship.
But after being celibate for so long, when lightning strikes redhead Moira McKee embraces being impetuous for once in her life and decides to go with it. Even if Navy SEAL Lieutenant Sam Harding never calls her again, he will at least have replaced the painful memories of her first (and last) intimate experience.
Sam Harding has a reputation for being a hard-ass at work and at play. He has two unbendable rules: No strings. Keep it casual. But when he meets Moira at a charity dinner, he’s torn between the desire to take her to bed and the need to protect her.
After a night of terrific sex, neither knows where things are going. But then Moira finds a dead body on the grounds of the hotel, and Sam can’t walk away before he’s sure she’s safe.
At least that’s what he tells himself. But as the threat he’s sensed becomes real, he’s powerless to protect her. It’s up to Moira to fight for her survival…and his.
The book is available!!!! Amazon U.S.https://www.amazon.com/Building-Strength-SEAL-Team-Heartbreakers-ebook/dp/B084DZX9QY/
Amazon Canada https://www.amazon.ca/Building-Strength-SEAL-Team-Heartbreakers-ebook/dp/B084DZX9QY/
Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Building-Strength-SEAL-Team-Heartbreakers-ebook/dp/B084DZX9QY/
Amazon Australiahttps://www.amazon.com.au/Building-Strength-SEAL-Team-Heartbreakers-ebook/dp/B084DZX9QY/
APPLE: https://books.apple.com/us/book/building-strength/id1497450951
KOBO: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/building-strength
NOOK:https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/building-strength-teresa-j-reasor/1136304094?ean=2940163460366
SMASHWORDS: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1002912
HERE'S AN EXCERPT to whet your appetite for the book. I hope you like it
He wasn’t pushing. Wasn’t handling her. But the way he left his arm around her waist, the way he tucked her hair behind her ear, the way he kissed her, jump-started something inside her no one else had even touched. Every nerve was poised for the feel of his hands on her skin, for the weight of his body atop her own.She wanted him. Had felt that jolt of attraction the moment she first saw him, but had dismissed it because before…he would never have looked at her.He sure was looking at her now, though. And she wanted him to keep looking…and more.But was she ready to be so reckless? Though her entire body was ready, her mind remained cautious. “I’ll look forward to the sailing trip on Sunday.”“Wear something comfortable and bring sunblock, and maybe wear a baseball cap or sunglasses.”“Will do. Should I fix some lunch for us?”He shook his head. “I’ll take care of it. I know a place that does an excellent job. I have plenty of drinks on board, but I don’t keep food because I don’t know from week to week if I’ll be there.” He brushed her cheek with his lips, and when she looked up, planted a firmer kiss on her mouth.He accompanied her to the foot of the stairs. “I’ll call you tomorrow with an ETA.”She smiled at the acronym. “All right. Thanks for the dance lesson.”He grinned. “My pleasure.” She watched his confident stride toward the entrance, and smiled as he turned and gave her one last wave.She already regretted letting him go while she climbed the lobby steps to catch an elevator. But she’d done the right thing. She needed time to build her confidence before she took the plunge into a physical relationship with anyone.She stepped onto the elevator with a couple, both blond, young, and unable to keep their hands off each other, though they were subtle about it. The woman clung to the man like a honeysuckle vine and ran her fingers up and down his shirt buttons.The elevator door opened, and all three of them walked down the hallway in the same direction, and the two were already in a clinch before they got the door open. They stumbled inside and the door shut with a bang.Was that how she and Sam would have been if she’d invited him upstairs?To be with someone so strong and sure of himself, she’d have to project the same.Even as she thought it, she reminded herself that she couldn’t pretend to be something she wasn’t. Otherwise the whole relationship would be based on a lie. She was just who she was. A slightly scarred woman trying to find her way to a new normal. If he couldn’t like her for who she was… She’d regret it.She let herself into the room, pulled out her keycard and phone, and placed them on the dresser. Shaking free of her windbreaker, she took in every detail of the room, from the pale gray hue on the walls to the darker gray curtains and comforter on the bed. Numerous pillows on the bed reflected both hues in their design.She should have asked Sam to stay. She pulled off her ponytail holder and ran her fingers through the wind-tossed mop.Her cell phone rang. She crossed to answer it.Sam’s deep voice came across the line. “Just wanted to be sure you made it to your room okay.”“Yes, I’m fine.” She hesitated. “The room is nice. Secure. And I have a balcony. Have you ever stayed here?”“No. I’ve only been there for hospital functions and a wedding or two.”She was trembling and her tongue suddenly felt clumsy as she said. “Would you like to?”Silence stretched. “Someday or tonight?”She’d just lost her mind. But their time together had been perfect. “Tonight.” She was gripping the phone so hard her fingers ached.“What’s your room number?”She could barely get it out.“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”She couldn’t tell if she was going to die of embarrassment or anticipation. What would he think of her?And she hadn’t brought any sexy underwear or even a nice gown. He probably wouldn’t even care about that. He wasn’t coming back to sleep. The thought sent a rush of heat to her face that seemed to sweep over the rest of her. She was either making a horrible mistake or an impulsive, perfect decision. She’d find out which once he got here.Her body was already warming, and the persistent, empty ache between her thighs was driving her crazy. Her breathing grew uneven and labored. She rubbed her hands over her arms and paced the floor.At his soft knock her heart actually leapt, and she moved to open the door.His eyes looked dark and his cheeks were flushed. Her own cheeks went hot.She stepped back to allow him to enter the room, shut the door, and leaned back against it so her shaky legs wouldn’t give out on her. Her throat went dry. She bit her lip. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”“I know. It’s driving me crazy.” He cradled her face in his hands and bent his head to kiss her with a care and gentleness that made the throb of need intensify.When he raised his head, she was slow to open her eyes. “I don’t have any condoms.”“I got it covered.” He pulled his wallet out of his back pocket, opened it, and extracted two condoms. “Emergency stash. I’ve been carrying them around for over a year. Let’s hope they’re still good.”A laugh burst out, surprising her.His grin pushed her need up a notch.“Sam.” Was that her voice with the plea in it?
I LOVE TO LEAVE YOU HANGING. Be on the lookout for Building Strength!!!!
And another thing to celebrate! I have a book up for preorder in the SEALS IN PARADISE series.
HERE'S THE BLURB:
Rylie Stewart, daughter of SEAL legend, Admiral ‘Black Jack’ Stewart, is in trouble. Big trouble. Eight and a half months through a difficult pregnancy, she’s kept her silence about who the father of her unborn child is, but the closer she gets to giving birth the more the pressure mounts for her to reveal the man’s name. But she’s been a SEAL’s daughter for twenty-three years and she’s as good at keeping secrets as her father is.
Navy SEAL Eric ‘Viking’ Anderson has just come off a six-month deployment to find Rylie on his doorstep with news. He’s about to become a father, and she wants a promise in case something happens to her during the birth. Eric’s more than willing to give her his word, but he wants something in return. Another chance with the woman he loves. And this time they’re going to do things his way. No more hiding and no more secrets.
But there’s one truth he can’t reveal to Rylie without further damaging her rocky relationship with her father. He suspects Black Jack knew about their affair and deployed Eric to end it. But now Rylie’s carrying his baby, the Admiral will play hell getting rid of him again. His missions: To put a wedding ring on Rylie’s finger, making their relationship permanent, and to be the best dad in the world for their baby boy.
Hot SEAL, Taking The Plunge will be released September 1, 2020. But you can preorder it right now if you want it.
Amazonhttps://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B084D198QY/Amazon UKhttps://www.amazon.co.uk/SEAL-Taking-Plunge-SEALS-PARADISE-ebook/dp/B084D198QY/Amazon CAhttps://www.amazon.ca/SEAL-Taking-Plunge-SEALS-PARADISE-ebook/dp/B084D198QY/I Bookshttps://books.apple.com/ie/book/hot-seal-taking-the-plunge/id1497418000Kobohttps://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/hot-seal-taking-the-plungeB and Nhttps://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/hot-seal-taking-the-plunge-teresa-j-reasor/1136299457?ean=2940163458141
Here's a link to the first 17 books of the series:https://www.amazon.com/Paradise-Authors/e/B07DSRSDQL/
Be on the lookout for some promotional things we'll be doing after March 29th to introduce the series.
You can join the SEALs In Paradise facebook page for updates about that.
https://www.facebook.com/groups/sealsinparadise/
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Have a Happy St. Patricks Day.
Read on,
Teresa Reasor
February 5, 2020
SEAL Team Heartbreaker book 9 and a SEALs in Paradise book Both Up for Preorder
I'm so pleased to be finished with my NINETH book in the SEAL Team Heartbreaker Series. Building Strength introduces the stories of a new SEAL team, but it's also tied to the other eight-man team I've been writing about for the last 9 years.
Hawk, the SEAL who started the whole series, is now the Lieutenant Commander and in charge of the whole Platoon, which is two 8 man teams.
Brett Weaver, the main character in both Breaking Through and Building Ties (the team was introduced in this book) was a member of the team until he was promoted and now has his own team in another platoon.
Sam Harding was Brett's team leader. Building Strength is Sam's story. And it will be released St. Patrick's Day, March 17, 2020.
Here's the blurb:
Sleeping with a man before getting to know him isn’t the smartest blueprint for building a relationship.
But after being celibate for so long, when lightning strikes redhead Moira McKee embraces being impetuous for once in her life and decides to go with it. Even if Navy SEAL Lieutenant Sam Harding never calls her again, he will at least have replaced the painful memories of her first (and last) intimate experience.
Sam Harding has a reputation for being a hard-ass at work and at play. He has two unbendable rules: No strings. Keep it casual. But when he meets Moira at a charity dinner, he’s torn between the desire to take her to bed and the need to protect her.
After a night of terrific sex, neither knows where things are going. But then Moira finds a dead body on the grounds of the hotel, and Sam can’t walk away before he’s sure she’s safe.
At least that’s what he tells himself. But as the threat he’s sensed becomes real, he’s powerless to protect her. It’s up to Moira to fight for her survival…and his.
The book is available for preorder: Amazon U.S.https://www.amazon.com/Building-Strength-SEAL-Team-Heartbreakers-ebook/dp/B084DZX9QY/
amazon Great Britain https://www.amazon.ca/Building-Strength-SEAL-Team-Heartbreakers-ebook/dp/B084DZX9QY/
Amazon Australia https://www.amazon.com.au/Building-Strength-SEAL-Team-Heartbreakers-ebook/dp/B084DZX9QY/
APPLE: https://books.apple.com/us/book/building-strength/id1497450951
KOBO: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/building-strength
NOOK:https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/building-strength-teresa-j-reasor/1136304094?ean=2940163460366
I'm a member of a great group of authors known as the SEALS IN PARADISE AUTHORS. Elle James, Cat Johnson, Cynthia D'Alba, Delilah Devlin, Becca Jameson, Parker Kincade, Kris Michaels, Maryann Jordan, and Teresa Reasor (me.)
Once a year for the last 2 years we've written a book for the SEALS In PARADISE Series. The first book I did for the series was Hot SEAL, Rusty Nail. Each author chose a drink for their hero and we titled them after our hero's favorite drink.
Here's the Blurb: After a broken engagement followed by six months of grueling work, Sloan Bianchi is ready to hit the beaches of Hilton Head South Carolina for some R and R. She isn’t looking for romance, but when she catches the gaze of a stranger at a local restaurant, her attraction is immediate. But he turns out to be just another guy who can’t follow through.
Karma isn’t always a bitch. Navy SEAL Connor ‘Hammer’ Evans decides a fender bender is a small price to pay for finally meeting the woman who got away. Even though he’ll only be on the East Coast a short time, he’s convinced he and Sloan can enjoy a sexy, no-strings adventure together while he’s here.
Their first kiss ignites a hunger for each other they can’t seem to quench. As their relationship deepens, Sloan realizes she has to be honest with Connor and share the reason behind her broken engagement. When he learns the truth, will he go wheels up and leave her behind? Or will he follow through?
Here are the links: Amazon:
https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07GNZ94SJ/
Nook: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/hot-seal-rusty-nail-teresa-j-reasor/1128936386?ean=2940155303619
Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/hot-seal-rusty-nail-seals-in-paradise
Apple: https://itunes.apple.com/ie/book/hot-seal-rusty-nail-seals-in-paradise/id1401084290?mt=11
The second book I wrote for the series was Hot SEAL, Roman Nights. We chose to write about a vacation our SEALs take to a foreign country, and we all picked a place we'd traveled to as our destination.
Here's the blurb: On leave after a difficult mission, Navy SEAL Tony Gallo steps off the plane in Rome and tumbles right into the arms of the woman who dumped him nine years ago, and they're both there for family events. He discovers Darcy's attending the wedding they planned but never had, but now it's someone else's.
Darcy Moreau is traveling for the first time and fulfilling a dream. She's in Rome to be her best friend's Maid of Honor. But she's also there to bury the past and start a new life.
When she and Tony meet again, she wonders if the past might not be such a bad thing if her future can include the man she left behind. But can she make amends and convince him to give her another chance?
Here are the links:
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07QWFT95F/
Nook:
Apple: https://books.apple.com/ie/book/hot-seal-roman-nights/id1460583206
And here is this year's book Hot SEAL, Taking The Plunge. This year's release is a WEDDING EDITION. And who doesn't love a wedding story and all the drama that goes with it? But then my hero and heroine have put the cart before the horse so to speak, and my hero, Eric, has to pull out all the stops to convince my heroine, Rylie, that marriage is what they both want.
Here's the Blurb:Rylie Stewart, daughter of SEAL legend, Admiral ‘Black Jack’ Stewart, is in trouble. Big trouble. Eight and a half months through a difficult pregnancy, she’s kept her silence about who the father of her unborn child is, but the closer she gets to giving birth the more the pressure mounts for her to reveal the man’s name. But she’s been a SEAL’s daughter for twenty-three years and she’s as good at keeping secrets as her father is.
Navy SEAL Eric ‘Viking’ Anderson has just come off a six-month deployment to find Rylie on his doorstep with news. He’s about to become a father, and she wants a promise in case something happens to her during the birth. Eric’s more than willing to give her his word, but he wants something in return. Another chance with the woman he loves. And this time they’re going to do things his way. No more hiding and no more secrets.
But there’s one truth he can’t reveal to Rylie without further damaging her rocky relationship with her father. He suspects Black Jack knew about their affair and deployed Eric to end it. But now Rylie’s carrying his baby, the Admiral will play hell getting rid of him again. His missions: To put a wedding ring on Rylie’s finger, making their relationship permanent, and to be the best dad in the world for their baby boy.The book is available for Preorder but won't be available until SEPTEMBER 1, 2020. Here are the links:
Amazon: https://amzn.to/3b0zv7i
Nook: http://bit.ly/2RPwteo
Kobo: http://bit.ly/2UgX0TR Apple: https://apple.co/2UiSZxV
I hope you enjoyed learning about the inspiration behind writing the SEALS In Paradise Series. All the books in the series are enjoyable and filled with humor, drama, and suspense. If you want to check them out you can go to the PARADISE AUTHORS. Page on Amazon.
Thanks for reading my blog. Every book is a journey and I love what I do. I couldn't do it without each and every one of you. So thank you.
Read on,Teresa Reasor
Hawk, the SEAL who started the whole series, is now the Lieutenant Commander and in charge of the whole Platoon, which is two 8 man teams.
Brett Weaver, the main character in both Breaking Through and Building Ties (the team was introduced in this book) was a member of the team until he was promoted and now has his own team in another platoon.
Sam Harding was Brett's team leader. Building Strength is Sam's story. And it will be released St. Patrick's Day, March 17, 2020.
Here's the blurb:
Sleeping with a man before getting to know him isn’t the smartest blueprint for building a relationship.
But after being celibate for so long, when lightning strikes redhead Moira McKee embraces being impetuous for once in her life and decides to go with it. Even if Navy SEAL Lieutenant Sam Harding never calls her again, he will at least have replaced the painful memories of her first (and last) intimate experience.
Sam Harding has a reputation for being a hard-ass at work and at play. He has two unbendable rules: No strings. Keep it casual. But when he meets Moira at a charity dinner, he’s torn between the desire to take her to bed and the need to protect her.
After a night of terrific sex, neither knows where things are going. But then Moira finds a dead body on the grounds of the hotel, and Sam can’t walk away before he’s sure she’s safe.
At least that’s what he tells himself. But as the threat he’s sensed becomes real, he’s powerless to protect her. It’s up to Moira to fight for her survival…and his.
The book is available for preorder: Amazon U.S.https://www.amazon.com/Building-Strength-SEAL-Team-Heartbreakers-ebook/dp/B084DZX9QY/
amazon Great Britain https://www.amazon.ca/Building-Strength-SEAL-Team-Heartbreakers-ebook/dp/B084DZX9QY/
Amazon Australia https://www.amazon.com.au/Building-Strength-SEAL-Team-Heartbreakers-ebook/dp/B084DZX9QY/
APPLE: https://books.apple.com/us/book/building-strength/id1497450951
KOBO: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/building-strength
NOOK:https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/building-strength-teresa-j-reasor/1136304094?ean=2940163460366
I'm a member of a great group of authors known as the SEALS IN PARADISE AUTHORS. Elle James, Cat Johnson, Cynthia D'Alba, Delilah Devlin, Becca Jameson, Parker Kincade, Kris Michaels, Maryann Jordan, and Teresa Reasor (me.)
Once a year for the last 2 years we've written a book for the SEALS In PARADISE Series. The first book I did for the series was Hot SEAL, Rusty Nail. Each author chose a drink for their hero and we titled them after our hero's favorite drink.
Here's the Blurb: After a broken engagement followed by six months of grueling work, Sloan Bianchi is ready to hit the beaches of Hilton Head South Carolina for some R and R. She isn’t looking for romance, but when she catches the gaze of a stranger at a local restaurant, her attraction is immediate. But he turns out to be just another guy who can’t follow through.
Karma isn’t always a bitch. Navy SEAL Connor ‘Hammer’ Evans decides a fender bender is a small price to pay for finally meeting the woman who got away. Even though he’ll only be on the East Coast a short time, he’s convinced he and Sloan can enjoy a sexy, no-strings adventure together while he’s here.
Their first kiss ignites a hunger for each other they can’t seem to quench. As their relationship deepens, Sloan realizes she has to be honest with Connor and share the reason behind her broken engagement. When he learns the truth, will he go wheels up and leave her behind? Or will he follow through?
Here are the links: Amazon:
https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07GNZ94SJ/
Nook: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/hot-seal-rusty-nail-teresa-j-reasor/1128936386?ean=2940155303619
Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/hot-seal-rusty-nail-seals-in-paradise
Apple: https://itunes.apple.com/ie/book/hot-seal-rusty-nail-seals-in-paradise/id1401084290?mt=11
The second book I wrote for the series was Hot SEAL, Roman Nights. We chose to write about a vacation our SEALs take to a foreign country, and we all picked a place we'd traveled to as our destination.
Here's the blurb: On leave after a difficult mission, Navy SEAL Tony Gallo steps off the plane in Rome and tumbles right into the arms of the woman who dumped him nine years ago, and they're both there for family events. He discovers Darcy's attending the wedding they planned but never had, but now it's someone else's.
Darcy Moreau is traveling for the first time and fulfilling a dream. She's in Rome to be her best friend's Maid of Honor. But she's also there to bury the past and start a new life.
When she and Tony meet again, she wonders if the past might not be such a bad thing if her future can include the man she left behind. But can she make amends and convince him to give her another chance?
Here are the links:
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07QWFT95F/
Nook:
Apple: https://books.apple.com/ie/book/hot-seal-roman-nights/id1460583206
And here is this year's book Hot SEAL, Taking The Plunge. This year's release is a WEDDING EDITION. And who doesn't love a wedding story and all the drama that goes with it? But then my hero and heroine have put the cart before the horse so to speak, and my hero, Eric, has to pull out all the stops to convince my heroine, Rylie, that marriage is what they both want.
Here's the Blurb:Rylie Stewart, daughter of SEAL legend, Admiral ‘Black Jack’ Stewart, is in trouble. Big trouble. Eight and a half months through a difficult pregnancy, she’s kept her silence about who the father of her unborn child is, but the closer she gets to giving birth the more the pressure mounts for her to reveal the man’s name. But she’s been a SEAL’s daughter for twenty-three years and she’s as good at keeping secrets as her father is.
Navy SEAL Eric ‘Viking’ Anderson has just come off a six-month deployment to find Rylie on his doorstep with news. He’s about to become a father, and she wants a promise in case something happens to her during the birth. Eric’s more than willing to give her his word, but he wants something in return. Another chance with the woman he loves. And this time they’re going to do things his way. No more hiding and no more secrets.
But there’s one truth he can’t reveal to Rylie without further damaging her rocky relationship with her father. He suspects Black Jack knew about their affair and deployed Eric to end it. But now Rylie’s carrying his baby, the Admiral will play hell getting rid of him again. His missions: To put a wedding ring on Rylie’s finger, making their relationship permanent, and to be the best dad in the world for their baby boy.The book is available for Preorder but won't be available until SEPTEMBER 1, 2020. Here are the links:
Amazon: https://amzn.to/3b0zv7i
Nook: http://bit.ly/2RPwteo
Kobo: http://bit.ly/2UgX0TR Apple: https://apple.co/2UiSZxV
I hope you enjoyed learning about the inspiration behind writing the SEALS In Paradise Series. All the books in the series are enjoyable and filled with humor, drama, and suspense. If you want to check them out you can go to the PARADISE AUTHORS. Page on Amazon.
Thanks for reading my blog. Every book is a journey and I love what I do. I couldn't do it without each and every one of you. So thank you.
Read on,Teresa Reasor
February 2, 2020
SEALS IN PARADISE Cover Reveal!!
I have the honor and the blessing of being a part of a wonderful group of ladies who are collaborating on a series called SEALS in Paradise. There are actually 9 of us. And we're known on Amazon as the Paradise Authors. This release is special because each story is a WEDDING Story. And who doesn't love a wedding story and all the drama that goes along with it?
Just an aside: Kris couldn't participate in the latest release. Her schedule was too full. But she'll be back to participate in future releases.
We're celebrating this next series release with a cover reveal!!! If you want to check out everything on Facebook that's going on you can go here: SEALS IN PARADISE READER GROUP
All the covers are seriously sexy and all the links for the releases are up and running. You'll find them below with the covers. With this release, we'll have 25 books available in the series. Here's a link to the first 17. SEALS In Paradise.
We're all excited about this HOT SEAL WEDDING EDITION!!!
April 28, 2020, Elle James, HOT SEAL, BACHELOR PARTY
Amazon: http://bit.ly/BPHSBPAMZiBooks: http://bit.ly/BPHSBPAPPLENook: http://bit.ly/BPHSBPNOOKKobo: http://bit.ly/BPHSBPKOBO
May 19, 2020, Delilah Devlin, HOT SEAL, DECOY BRIDE
-AMZ https://amzn.to/36Ks291APPLE https://books.apple.com/us/book/id1497210586NOOK: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/hot-seal-decoy-bride-delilah-devlin/1136286286
KOBO https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/hot-seal-decoy-bride
June 9, 2020, Cat Johnson, HOT SEAL, RUNAWAY BRIDE
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Hot-SEAL-Runaway-Bride-Romantic-ebook/dp/B07XB3J3QJ/
Apple: https://books.apple.com/us/book/hot-seal-runaway-bride/id1462469622
NOOk: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/hot-seal-runaway-bride-cat-johnson/1132250756?ean=2940161402375
Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/hot-seal-runaway-bride
June 30, Becca Jameson, HOT SEAL, COLD FEET
Amazon:https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B084D76SXM/
Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/hot-seal-cold-feetNook: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/hot-seal-cold-feet-becca-jameson/1136295939?ean=2940163059751iBooks: https://books.apple.com/us/book/hot-seal-cold-feet/id1497397358
July 21, 2020, Parker Kincade, HOT SEAL, BEST MAN
Amazon: https://amzn.to/2uTjL5m
Apple: smarturl.it/HSBMAPPLENOOK: smarturl.it/HSBMBNKobo: smarturl.it/HSBMKOBO
Aug 11, 2020, Cynthia D'Alba, HOT SEAL, CONFIRMED BACHELOR
Amazon: https://amzn.to/37L3U7B
KOBO: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/hot-seal-confirmed-bachelorNOOk: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w?ean=2940163031887Apple: https://books.apple.com/us/book/hot-seal-confirmed-bachelor/id1497356729
Sept 1, 2020, HOT SEAL, TAKING THE PLUNGE
Amazon: https://amzn.to/3b0zv7i
Apple: https://apple.co/2UiSZxV Kobo: http://bit.ly/2UgX0TR NOOK: http://bit.ly/2RPwteo
Sept 22, 2020, Maryann Jordan, HOT SEAL, UNDERCOVER GROOM)
Amazon: https://smarturl.it/MaJGroomSSAmazon
Apple: https://smarturl.it/MaJGroomSSAppleKobo: https://smarturl.it/MaJGroomSSKoboNook: https://smarturl.it/MaJGroomSSNook
I've linked each author with their author page on Amazon so you can check out ALL their books and not just our SEALS In Paradise series. These ladies are so impressive. They have produced quality work and can give you hours of entertainment.
Cat Johnson
Elle James
Delilah Devlin
Becca Jameson
Parker Kincade
Cynthia D'Alba
Mary Ann Jordan
Kris Michaels
Teresa Reasor
Thanks for reading the blog and participating in our cover reveal.
Happy Reading,
Teresa Reasor
Just an aside: Kris couldn't participate in the latest release. Her schedule was too full. But she'll be back to participate in future releases.
We're celebrating this next series release with a cover reveal!!! If you want to check out everything on Facebook that's going on you can go here: SEALS IN PARADISE READER GROUP
All the covers are seriously sexy and all the links for the releases are up and running. You'll find them below with the covers. With this release, we'll have 25 books available in the series. Here's a link to the first 17. SEALS In Paradise.
We're all excited about this HOT SEAL WEDDING EDITION!!!
April 28, 2020, Elle James, HOT SEAL, BACHELOR PARTY
Amazon: http://bit.ly/BPHSBPAMZiBooks: http://bit.ly/BPHSBPAPPLENook: http://bit.ly/BPHSBPNOOKKobo: http://bit.ly/BPHSBPKOBOMay 19, 2020, Delilah Devlin, HOT SEAL, DECOY BRIDE
-AMZ https://amzn.to/36Ks291APPLE https://books.apple.com/us/book/id1497210586NOOK: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/hot-seal-decoy-bride-delilah-devlin/1136286286KOBO https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/hot-seal-decoy-bride
June 9, 2020, Cat Johnson, HOT SEAL, RUNAWAY BRIDE
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Hot-SEAL-Runaway-Bride-Romantic-ebook/dp/B07XB3J3QJ/Apple: https://books.apple.com/us/book/hot-seal-runaway-bride/id1462469622
NOOk: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/hot-seal-runaway-bride-cat-johnson/1132250756?ean=2940161402375
Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/hot-seal-runaway-bride
June 30, Becca Jameson, HOT SEAL, COLD FEET
Amazon:https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B084D76SXM/Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/hot-seal-cold-feetNook: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/hot-seal-cold-feet-becca-jameson/1136295939?ean=2940163059751iBooks: https://books.apple.com/us/book/hot-seal-cold-feet/id1497397358
July 21, 2020, Parker Kincade, HOT SEAL, BEST MAN
Amazon: https://amzn.to/2uTjL5mApple: smarturl.it/HSBMAPPLENOOK: smarturl.it/HSBMBNKobo: smarturl.it/HSBMKOBO
Aug 11, 2020, Cynthia D'Alba, HOT SEAL, CONFIRMED BACHELOR
Amazon: https://amzn.to/37L3U7BKOBO: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/hot-seal-confirmed-bachelorNOOk: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w?ean=2940163031887Apple: https://books.apple.com/us/book/hot-seal-confirmed-bachelor/id1497356729
Sept 1, 2020, HOT SEAL, TAKING THE PLUNGE
Amazon: https://amzn.to/3b0zv7iApple: https://apple.co/2UiSZxV Kobo: http://bit.ly/2UgX0TR NOOK: http://bit.ly/2RPwteo
Sept 22, 2020, Maryann Jordan, HOT SEAL, UNDERCOVER GROOM)
Amazon: https://smarturl.it/MaJGroomSSAmazonApple: https://smarturl.it/MaJGroomSSAppleKobo: https://smarturl.it/MaJGroomSSKoboNook: https://smarturl.it/MaJGroomSSNook
I've linked each author with their author page on Amazon so you can check out ALL their books and not just our SEALS In Paradise series. These ladies are so impressive. They have produced quality work and can give you hours of entertainment.
Cat Johnson
Elle James
Delilah Devlin
Becca Jameson
Parker Kincade
Cynthia D'Alba
Mary Ann Jordan
Kris Michaels
Teresa Reasor
Thanks for reading the blog and participating in our cover reveal.
Happy Reading,
Teresa Reasor
November 22, 2019
Black Friday through Cyber Monday through December 3rd. Military Romance Sale
I'm announcing a Military Romance Sell that will run from Black Friday November 29 through Cyber Monday through December 3. Over 30 titles either FREE or at least 50% discounted.
You'll have 5 whole days to decide which ones you want to take advantage of!!! Hopefully all of them.
Here's the list of authors participating.
To go to a link that will take you to them all when the sale goes live.
https://blackswanpublishing.com/military-romance-sale?fbclid=IwAR2H7pz1GpzfMsr61H6qrwJrWzKt1VG9IPutaQ3-KQrt1Jt_FrBLSJXCw5I
I hope you'll all take advantage of this sale!!!
And to those of you who are new to my books. Breaking Free (Book 1 of the SEAL Team Heartbreakers) is always free. https://www.amazon.com/Breaking-Military-Romantic-Suspense-Heartbreakers-ebook/dp/B0056IXR7E/
Read On,Teresa Reasor
July 23, 2019
Bidding Farewell to Beloved Characters
Finishing a book is a bit like saying good-bye to loved ones after a long visit. You spend every day with your characters, caring for them, listening to them, watching them struggle, And crying with them when they're hurt or upset. You experience their emotions as you write them.
I've finished the eighth full-length book of my SEAL Team Heartbreakers Series and ended the through-line that wove through each of the books and the two novellas in the Breaking part of the series. Ten stories in all. The last book was Breaking Chains , Derrick Armstrong's story (Released May 13th).
Here are the blurb and the links:
Ex-Navy SEAL Derrick Armstrong walks out of the Miramar military brig with a dishonorable discharge, a criminal record, and no prospects. The odds are against him being able to build a normal life after prison, but his training as a SEAL keeps him going.Ella Bailey is struggling financially to raise her seven-year-old son alone. Life has dealt her some hard blows and when Derrick steps between her and another one, she’s both grateful and wary. She views men as obstacles to avoid, but she’s drawn to Derrick, and sees something special in him.Derrick's kept his past a secret. When Ella’s ex-boss is found dead and the cops question them both, he realizes, whether he’s done anything or not, he’s living on borrowed time. When they train their sights on Ella instead, he moves to protect her, and in the process exposes his past.Will she kick him to the curb or will she allow him to build a life with her and her son?
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07PT98HZK/Amazon Canada: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B07PT98HZK/Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07PT98HZK/Apple: https://itunes.apple.com/…/bo…/breaking-chains/id1456633303…Smashword: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/929274Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/breaking-chains-5Barnes and Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1130951759?ean=2940156017621 With that release, I didn't realize I'd need some weeks to mourn the end of that part of the series and mourn the loss of my characters. They won't be entirely gone, but I was saying good-bye to them as a team. Most have moved on to other positions. Several now have their own teams. They're all in long term relationships. And because the characters in a series never remain static, even if you're not writing about them, they'll go on and live their lives. And possibly pop in to visit my other characters in the next part of the series.
But it's still not easy to leave them behind. I get teary every time I think of it because they've been a part of my life for the last nine years. They'll be a part of me from now on since they've become real people to me.
And now I have a new TEAM I'll be writing about---the team I introduced in Building Ties. Lieutenant Sam Harding "Hardass Harding"Petty Officer Martin Swan "Swan"Petty Officer Clyde Rosenburg "Squirrel"Seaman Frank Denotti "Knotty"Seaman Josh Aaron "Arrow"Seaman Elijah Ashe "Book"Seaman Gilbert Giles "Gilly"Seaman Jeff Sizemore "Bullet" (Brett Weaver's replacement since Brett's been promoted and earned his own SEAL Team now.)
With the first book, Building Strength I'll be introducing the team again and renewing the BUILDING part of the series, since Building Ties kicked the Building Team off.
I'm going to share my cover with you though the book won't be out until November.
This will be Sam Harding's story the CO of the SEAL Team and he's a real hard-ass until he meets Moira Campbell.
Every time I write a book I fall in love with the hero a little. Sam is sexy as hell, smart, charismatic, and a hard-ass. Not an easy man, but sometimes when passions run deep the guy puts up walls to hide how much he cares. I'm learning about Sam and falling in love with him at the same time.
I'll be hard at work on Building Strength until October. Then I'll be moving on to the next SEALS In Paradise book Taking The Plunge . Just thought I'd share that news, too. It will be out in July of next year. I'll also be working on Deep Within The Mind the third book of the Superstition Series . Here's the cover. I'm hoping to get it out in February of next year.
Thanks for letting me share my cover and my thoughts about moving on to another part of the SEAL Team Heartbreakers Series as well as all my other news.
Read on!!!
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I've finished the eighth full-length book of my SEAL Team Heartbreakers Series and ended the through-line that wove through each of the books and the two novellas in the Breaking part of the series. Ten stories in all. The last book was Breaking Chains , Derrick Armstrong's story (Released May 13th).
Here are the blurb and the links:
Ex-Navy SEAL Derrick Armstrong walks out of the Miramar military brig with a dishonorable discharge, a criminal record, and no prospects. The odds are against him being able to build a normal life after prison, but his training as a SEAL keeps him going.Ella Bailey is struggling financially to raise her seven-year-old son alone. Life has dealt her some hard blows and when Derrick steps between her and another one, she’s both grateful and wary. She views men as obstacles to avoid, but she’s drawn to Derrick, and sees something special in him.Derrick's kept his past a secret. When Ella’s ex-boss is found dead and the cops question them both, he realizes, whether he’s done anything or not, he’s living on borrowed time. When they train their sights on Ella instead, he moves to protect her, and in the process exposes his past.Will she kick him to the curb or will she allow him to build a life with her and her son?
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07PT98HZK/Amazon Canada: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B07PT98HZK/Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07PT98HZK/Apple: https://itunes.apple.com/…/bo…/breaking-chains/id1456633303…Smashword: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/929274Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/breaking-chains-5Barnes and Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1130951759?ean=2940156017621 With that release, I didn't realize I'd need some weeks to mourn the end of that part of the series and mourn the loss of my characters. They won't be entirely gone, but I was saying good-bye to them as a team. Most have moved on to other positions. Several now have their own teams. They're all in long term relationships. And because the characters in a series never remain static, even if you're not writing about them, they'll go on and live their lives. And possibly pop in to visit my other characters in the next part of the series.
But it's still not easy to leave them behind. I get teary every time I think of it because they've been a part of my life for the last nine years. They'll be a part of me from now on since they've become real people to me.
And now I have a new TEAM I'll be writing about---the team I introduced in Building Ties. Lieutenant Sam Harding "Hardass Harding"Petty Officer Martin Swan "Swan"Petty Officer Clyde Rosenburg "Squirrel"Seaman Frank Denotti "Knotty"Seaman Josh Aaron "Arrow"Seaman Elijah Ashe "Book"Seaman Gilbert Giles "Gilly"Seaman Jeff Sizemore "Bullet" (Brett Weaver's replacement since Brett's been promoted and earned his own SEAL Team now.)
With the first book, Building Strength I'll be introducing the team again and renewing the BUILDING part of the series, since Building Ties kicked the Building Team off.
I'm going to share my cover with you though the book won't be out until November.
This will be Sam Harding's story the CO of the SEAL Team and he's a real hard-ass until he meets Moira Campbell.
Every time I write a book I fall in love with the hero a little. Sam is sexy as hell, smart, charismatic, and a hard-ass. Not an easy man, but sometimes when passions run deep the guy puts up walls to hide how much he cares. I'm learning about Sam and falling in love with him at the same time.
I'll be hard at work on Building Strength until October. Then I'll be moving on to the next SEALS In Paradise book Taking The Plunge . Just thought I'd share that news, too. It will be out in July of next year. I'll also be working on Deep Within The Mind the third book of the Superstition Series . Here's the cover. I'm hoping to get it out in February of next year.
Thanks for letting me share my cover and my thoughts about moving on to another part of the SEAL Team Heartbreakers Series as well as all my other news.
Read on!!!
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July 1, 2019
SEALS In PARADISE SERIES---ONE MORE NEW RELEASE!!!
I'm a member of a fantastic group of writers. And each of us has written a new book for the SEALS IN PARADISE SERIES. Some of them have already released and some will release in the next few weeks. And you can check out all the books on the Paradise Authors page on Amazon.
My book in the SEALS IN PARADISE SERIES, Hot SEAL, Roman Nights, is releasing today!!!!
I think my cover is gorgeous. Thanks to Elle James who created it.
Here's the blurb:
On leave after a difficult mission, Navy SEAL Tony Gallo steps off the plane in Rome and tumbles right into the arms of the woman who dumped him nine years ago, and they're both there for family events. He discovers Darcy's attending the wedding they planned but never had, but now it's someone else's.
Darcy Moreau is traveling for the first time and fulfilling a dream. She's in Rome to be her best friend's Maid of Honor. But she's also there to bury the past and start a new life.
When she and Tony meet again, she wonders if the past might not be such a bad thing if her future can include the man she left behind. But can she make amends and convince him to give her another chance?
Here's an excerpt to tempt you:
“You look a little stressed.”
“Leslie and I aren’t used to the kind of noise and activity a huge family can create. It’s like being caught in the eye of a hurricane and watching the winds spin around you.” She sipped the wine, then seemed to savor it before swallowing.“Mine’s the tornado with sports addicts flying through, kicking soccer balls at my head.”She chuckled.“How did Michel do?” he asked.“He did fine. His father, Marcello, was there to ride herd over him while his mother was putting the baby down. We didn’t give him the ring to carry, only the pillow. We may do the same tomorrow.”Thunder rumbled in the distance, and she got to her feet and leaned out to look up past the balcony above them. “Tell me it isn’t going to rain tomorrow.”Tony joined her there, opened his phone, and went online. “No. There’s just going to be a small shower within the next hour or so, and it’s supposed to be clear and sunny tomorrow.”She relaxed again.He stuck the phone in his back pocket and continued to stand next to her at the balcony railing. The wind picked up, and she smoothed a long strand of hair off her neck as she tracked the progress of slow-moving car on the street below. “He has to be asleep at the wheel or something.He chuckled.“Do you remember when you used to sneak into my bedroom by way of the tree?”He immediately remembered the soft, warm nights and great sex, and he grinned. “Yeah. That was the entire last semester of our senior year.”“It’s a wonder you didn’t fall and get hurt.”“The only time I was ever in danger of getting injured was the night your parents came home early and I had to go out the window bare-assed naked and climb down. That tree wasn’t very friendly to certain exposed parts of my anatomy.”She laughed. “As I remember, everything survived.”“Yeah, but my psyche was forever scarred when your next-door neighbor, Mrs. McKee, said if she had someone as good-looking as me at home, she wouldn’t spend her time reading romance novels to get in the mood.”“Oh, my God!” She clapped her hand to her mouth. “She saw you that night?”He shot her a look. “She could have told my parents, but she didn’t.”“She could have told mine, too, and we’d both have been in hot water.”He leaned his arms on the railing. “What made you think of that?”“It started out with Leslie saying Roberto was going to slip into her room so they could have some alone time tonight. I thought about the balcony outside her second-story bedroom at the villa and was worried he might try something romantic and get hurt. Then I remembered how many times you climbed that tree so we could be together and how ridiculously romantic and dangerous it was.”To him it had been a matter of practicality. There was no way he could have sneaked her into his bedroom, and neither of them had the money for a hotel room…not that anyone would have rented them one. Back then her room, the car, and out on the water in the family fishing boat were the only places left where they could be alone.But it would totally spoil the mood if he told her his reasons had been strictly practical.“I could run downstairs and climb the balcony for you right now,” he offered instead.“Tony,” she breathed his name in a way brought his cock to full attention. She moved in close to rest her palm against his cheek, then stood on tiptoe to kiss the small lump on his jaw. “You need to ice on that. I’ll get you some.”He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in close. “It’ll be okay. I thought about you all day today.”“I did you, too.” Her hands ran up his back as she curved against him. “I remember how you challenged me to make love in unusual places.”He laughed. “I was young and impatient. But after the Mrs. McKee experience, I cultivated a little more control and caution.”She smothered her laughter against his shirt, the warmth of her breath against his chest driving him crazy. He caught his fingers in her hair and finger-combed her lightly sun-tinted waves.When she tilted her head back to look up at him, he took her mouth.The sweet taste of the wine was on her lips, and the spicy heat of her response fed his need. His breathing was a little unsteady when he broke the kiss. “Even after nine years I can still remember what it was like when we were together.”“I can too, Tony.”He hardened painfully. “Are you sure you want to go there again?”“I’ve tried twice to bury the past and move on, and I wasn’t able to.”Only twice. Jesus. How many women had he used in an attempt to bury it? He didn’t want to remember. Not any of it.She smoothed his shirt over his chest, and his pectoral muscles tightened in response. His mouth went dry. The first splattering drops of rain hit the balcony. “Let’s go in.” He scooped up the wine glasses, carried them into the room, set them on the tray with the water glasses and poured them both more wine.He was reluctant to touch her. And he also wanted to bury himself in her and sate himself with her body, her smell, her taste.He turned to find her slipping out of her dress. Frozen, he watched her drape it over the arm of a chair next to the bed. The lace panties left little to the imagination, the matching bra cupped her breasts and lifted them. She had lost the soft, rounded look of a teenager and now had the lean, slender lines of a fit woman. She took his breath away.“I don’t normally rush things like this.” She bit her lip.
He strode toward her, stripping his T-shirt off along the way. “I think nine years is long enough to wait.” He pulled her against him, skimming his hand down her side to reach behind and cup her buttocks, tightening her against him from shoulders to knees, and kissed her.Here are the links:
AMAZON: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07QWFT95F/
AMAZON UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07QWFT95F/
AMAZON CANADA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B07QWFT95F/
BARNES AND NOBLE: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/hot-seal-roman-nights-teresa-j-reasor/1131303685?ean=2940156057207
I BOOKS: https://books.apple.com/ie/book/hot-seal-roman-nights/id1460583206
KOBO:https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/hot-seal-roman-nights
SMASHWORDS: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/935469
I'm so blessed to do what I love every day. I wouldn't be able to do that without you dear readers. Thank you so much!!
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My book in the SEALS IN PARADISE SERIES, Hot SEAL, Roman Nights, is releasing today!!!!
I think my cover is gorgeous. Thanks to Elle James who created it.
Here's the blurb:
On leave after a difficult mission, Navy SEAL Tony Gallo steps off the plane in Rome and tumbles right into the arms of the woman who dumped him nine years ago, and they're both there for family events. He discovers Darcy's attending the wedding they planned but never had, but now it's someone else's.
Darcy Moreau is traveling for the first time and fulfilling a dream. She's in Rome to be her best friend's Maid of Honor. But she's also there to bury the past and start a new life.
When she and Tony meet again, she wonders if the past might not be such a bad thing if her future can include the man she left behind. But can she make amends and convince him to give her another chance?
Here's an excerpt to tempt you:
“You look a little stressed.”
“Leslie and I aren’t used to the kind of noise and activity a huge family can create. It’s like being caught in the eye of a hurricane and watching the winds spin around you.” She sipped the wine, then seemed to savor it before swallowing.“Mine’s the tornado with sports addicts flying through, kicking soccer balls at my head.”She chuckled.“How did Michel do?” he asked.“He did fine. His father, Marcello, was there to ride herd over him while his mother was putting the baby down. We didn’t give him the ring to carry, only the pillow. We may do the same tomorrow.”Thunder rumbled in the distance, and she got to her feet and leaned out to look up past the balcony above them. “Tell me it isn’t going to rain tomorrow.”Tony joined her there, opened his phone, and went online. “No. There’s just going to be a small shower within the next hour or so, and it’s supposed to be clear and sunny tomorrow.”She relaxed again.He stuck the phone in his back pocket and continued to stand next to her at the balcony railing. The wind picked up, and she smoothed a long strand of hair off her neck as she tracked the progress of slow-moving car on the street below. “He has to be asleep at the wheel or something.He chuckled.“Do you remember when you used to sneak into my bedroom by way of the tree?”He immediately remembered the soft, warm nights and great sex, and he grinned. “Yeah. That was the entire last semester of our senior year.”“It’s a wonder you didn’t fall and get hurt.”“The only time I was ever in danger of getting injured was the night your parents came home early and I had to go out the window bare-assed naked and climb down. That tree wasn’t very friendly to certain exposed parts of my anatomy.”She laughed. “As I remember, everything survived.”“Yeah, but my psyche was forever scarred when your next-door neighbor, Mrs. McKee, said if she had someone as good-looking as me at home, she wouldn’t spend her time reading romance novels to get in the mood.”“Oh, my God!” She clapped her hand to her mouth. “She saw you that night?”He shot her a look. “She could have told my parents, but she didn’t.”“She could have told mine, too, and we’d both have been in hot water.”He leaned his arms on the railing. “What made you think of that?”“It started out with Leslie saying Roberto was going to slip into her room so they could have some alone time tonight. I thought about the balcony outside her second-story bedroom at the villa and was worried he might try something romantic and get hurt. Then I remembered how many times you climbed that tree so we could be together and how ridiculously romantic and dangerous it was.”To him it had been a matter of practicality. There was no way he could have sneaked her into his bedroom, and neither of them had the money for a hotel room…not that anyone would have rented them one. Back then her room, the car, and out on the water in the family fishing boat were the only places left where they could be alone.But it would totally spoil the mood if he told her his reasons had been strictly practical.“I could run downstairs and climb the balcony for you right now,” he offered instead.“Tony,” she breathed his name in a way brought his cock to full attention. She moved in close to rest her palm against his cheek, then stood on tiptoe to kiss the small lump on his jaw. “You need to ice on that. I’ll get you some.”He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in close. “It’ll be okay. I thought about you all day today.”“I did you, too.” Her hands ran up his back as she curved against him. “I remember how you challenged me to make love in unusual places.”He laughed. “I was young and impatient. But after the Mrs. McKee experience, I cultivated a little more control and caution.”She smothered her laughter against his shirt, the warmth of her breath against his chest driving him crazy. He caught his fingers in her hair and finger-combed her lightly sun-tinted waves.When she tilted her head back to look up at him, he took her mouth.The sweet taste of the wine was on her lips, and the spicy heat of her response fed his need. His breathing was a little unsteady when he broke the kiss. “Even after nine years I can still remember what it was like when we were together.”“I can too, Tony.”He hardened painfully. “Are you sure you want to go there again?”“I’ve tried twice to bury the past and move on, and I wasn’t able to.”Only twice. Jesus. How many women had he used in an attempt to bury it? He didn’t want to remember. Not any of it.She smoothed his shirt over his chest, and his pectoral muscles tightened in response. His mouth went dry. The first splattering drops of rain hit the balcony. “Let’s go in.” He scooped up the wine glasses, carried them into the room, set them on the tray with the water glasses and poured them both more wine.He was reluctant to touch her. And he also wanted to bury himself in her and sate himself with her body, her smell, her taste.He turned to find her slipping out of her dress. Frozen, he watched her drape it over the arm of a chair next to the bed. The lace panties left little to the imagination, the matching bra cupped her breasts and lifted them. She had lost the soft, rounded look of a teenager and now had the lean, slender lines of a fit woman. She took his breath away.“I don’t normally rush things like this.” She bit her lip.
He strode toward her, stripping his T-shirt off along the way. “I think nine years is long enough to wait.” He pulled her against him, skimming his hand down her side to reach behind and cup her buttocks, tightening her against him from shoulders to knees, and kissed her.Here are the links:
AMAZON: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07QWFT95F/
AMAZON UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07QWFT95F/
AMAZON CANADA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B07QWFT95F/
BARNES AND NOBLE: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/hot-seal-roman-nights-teresa-j-reasor/1131303685?ean=2940156057207
I BOOKS: https://books.apple.com/ie/book/hot-seal-roman-nights/id1460583206
KOBO:https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/hot-seal-roman-nights
SMASHWORDS: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/935469
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June 17, 2019
Hot SEAL, Roman Nights is Coming July 2, 2019 (Read and excerpt)
I'm so excited!! Hot SEAL, Roman Nights (A SEALS in Paradise Novel) will be out July 2nd. Below is the blurb and a short excerpt. I hope you enjoy it.
On leave after a difficult mission, Navy SEAL Tony Gallo steps off the plane in Rome and tumbles right into the arms of the woman who dumped him nine years ago, and they're both there for family events. He discovers Darcy's attending the wedding they planned but never had, but now it's someone else's.
Darcy Moreau is traveling for the first time and fulfilling a dream. She's in Rome to be her best friend's Maid of Honor. But she's also there to bury the past and start a new life.
When she and Tony meet again, she wonders if the past might not be such a bad thing if her future can include the man she left behind. But can she make amends and convince him to give her another chance?
An Excerpt:
The desk attendant approached Darcy. “Scusami, Signorina. You are wanted on the phone.”
Darcy stepped away from Tony and his family to answer the phone he handed her.“Thank God, you’re there.” Leslie sounded both frantic and relieved. “We somehow missed you. We got stuck waiting for Roberto’s cousin. Her little boy had to be checked out by a medical team. He bumped his head on the flight.”Darcy stifled a laugh. “His name isn’t Michel, is it?”“Yes, it is.”“Tony Gallo was on the flight, and he’s now a medic in the Navy, so he checked to make sure he was okay after he fell.”“The Tony you were engaged to? ThatTony Gallo?” Leslie almost shrieked her surprise.“Yes. He’s here with his family celebrating his mother and father’s wedding anniversary and visiting his grandmother. He gave me a ride to the hotel.”“Are you okay?”Was she? Her stomach was knotted with nerves and her legs still felt a little unsteady. Tony was going to demand answers sooner or later, and she dreaded it. “Yes. I’m okay. I’ve already checked in, so I’ll go to my room and wait for you.”“I left a prepaid phone for you, so be sure to get it from the desk clerk. I’ve put Roberto’s and my numbers in it, as well as all three of his sisters. They’ve gone shopping, but we’ll be back at the hotel in time to eat a meal with you.”“I’m fine, Leslie. Take your time.”“I’m just relieved you’re okay and you’re there. It’s a little scary when you’re in a foreign country and you don’t know the language.”“Yes, it is. But Tony’s fluent. His whole family is. And his family had sent a car for him, so he offered me a ride. “You’ll learn the language soon enough, Les. You’re already making strides, and you have Roberto to teach you.”“I should have done it when we first started dating. I’d already be fluent.”“It’ll come. Don’t worry. You’re going to love it here. I’ll see you in a little while.”“So glad you’re here, Darcy.”“Me too. This is my first bigadventure.”“You waited long enough to have one. You deserve it. See you in a little while.”Darcy returned the phone to the desk attendant and asked about the phone Leslie left for her. “Sì, Signorina. I have it here. Please forgive me for forgetting it.” He handed it across the desk to her.“No problem.” She tucked it into her purse.She approached the group again. “Leslie and Roberto are at the airport picking up Roberto’s sister and her children. You’ll never guess who she is.”“No!” Tony exclaimed. “Michel’s mother.” The whole group laughed. “I may need a protection detail if we meet again.”Darcy chuckled.“Come have a meal with us,” Tony’s father, Enzo, said.“I’d love to, Mr. Gallo, but Leslie and her fiancé, Roberto, will be here in a little while, and they’re planning for us to have a meal with his sisters since the three of them are the bridesmaids. I suppose I’ll take my suitcase up to unpack and wait for Leslie, Roberto, and the girls.”“Maybe breakfast tomorrow, then.”“Sure, I’d love to.”“I’ll go up with you, Darcy, and stow my gear,” Tony said. “We’re on the same floor. I’ll be down in a minute, Pop.”His dad nodded.They got on the elevator together. “What’s your room number?” Tony asked.“Two-ten.”“I noticed the desk clerk gave you a cell phone.”“Yes. Roberto arranged for me have one in case I needed to contact him or Leslie.”“Can I see it?”She pulled it out of her purse and gave it to him. He keyed in a number and saved it, then dialed it. His phone rang and he answered the call, then closed it and handed her phone back to her. “It doesn’t hurt to have emergency contact numbers from everyone. If you need me, you have my number now.”She raised a brow. “Thanks.” And he had hers. He was a smoother operator than he used to be. Only one of the changes. But seeing him with his family brought back memories of how close they all were, how they made her one of them the summer before Tony left for basic training. She’d lost all of them when she broke things off.They got off the elevator on the second floor and walked down the hall. Tony paused outside her room and waited for her to open her door, then held it for her so she could roll her suitcase in. He left his suitcase in the doorway and moved to lift her bag onto the luggage rack.“It’s a beautiful room. That mural of the oculus at the Pantheon behind the headboard is spectacular.”“All the rooms here are top-notch. I’m right next door if you need anything, Darcy.”She needed him nine years ago, but he’d been pursuing his dream while she was trapped by circumstances beyond her control. Several of them at once. She’d loved him enough to let him go. And had regretted it every day since.“Thank you for everything you did today.” She dragged the strap of her purse off her shoulder and over her head and dropped it on the bed.“It was nothing.”The look he directed at her sent a swift response to her breasts, making them peak while an ache of need heated intimate places she tried to ignore. “I promised your dad I’d have breakfast with your family in the morning.”“I’d like us to have some time to catch up. I have questions, Darcy. Questions I don’t have time to ask right now, and you don’t have time to answer. I’d like to make time.”She swallowed to moisten a throat gone dry. Would it make any difference?“You owe me at least that, Darcy.”“Okay.” She struggled to retain her composure. She had a wedding to participate in, and another small service to perform during the seven days she was here. Plus the tons of other things she needed to do for Leslie before and during the wedding loomed.When his arms went around her and folded her in against him, she stiffened in surprise. His shoulders and chest were wider, his arms stronger. Her heart seemed to recognize him all the same, and she relaxed into him, and forced herself to embrace him with moderation when she really wanted to cling. She satisfied the need by running a palm along the sturdy shape of his skull to the back of his neck. His arms tightened, and the edgy heat of awareness streaked through her like a comet. He brushed his lips against her cheek as he pulled back.His eyes, so pale, with the darker ring around them, focused on her, his pupils large. His throat moved as he swallowed. “See you in the morning.”“Okay.”He closed the door behind him, and silence embraced her like a blanket. She released the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Why couldn’t they have found each other on the plane and spent those eight hours together? Would it have made things any easier?She cut things off nine years ago. Made the choices she had to make. And she’d been in a holding pattern emotionally ever since.
But not anymore.
I hope you enjoyed the excerpt! The book will be released on July 2nd.
LINKS:
AMAZON: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07QWFT95F/
AMAZON UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07QWFT95F/
AMAZON CANADA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B07QWFT95F/
BARNES AND NOBLE: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/hot-seal-roman-nights-teresa-j-reasor/1131303685?ean=2940156057207
I BOOKS: https://books.apple.com/ie/book/hot-seal-roman-nights/id1460583206
KOBO:https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/hot-seal-roman-nights
SMASHWORDS: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/935469
My first book Hot SEAL, Rusty Nail is available as well.
A broken engagement followed by six months of grueling work has Sloan Bianchi ready to hit the beaches of Hilton Head South Carolina for some R and R. She isn’t looking for romance, but when she catches the gaze of a stranger at a local restaurant, her attraction is immediate. But he turns out to be just another guy who can’t follow through.
Karma isn’t always a bitch. Navy SEAL Connor ‘Hammer’ Evans decides a fender bender is a small price to pay for finally meeting the woman who got away. Even though he’ll only be on the East Coast a short time, he’s convinced he and Sloan can enjoy a sexy, no-strings adventure together while he’s here.
Their first kiss ignites a hunger for each other they can’t seem to quench. As their relationship deepens, Sloan realizes she has to be honest with Connor and share the reason behind her broken engagement. When he learns the truth, will he go wheels up and leave her behind? Or will he follow through?
LINKS: Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/SEAL-Rusty-Nail-SEALs-Paradise-ebook/dp/B07GNZ94SJ/
AmazonUK:https://www.amazon.co/UK/SEAL-Rusty-Nail-SEALs-Paradise-ebook/dp/B07GNZ94SJ/
AmazonCanada:https://www.amazon.ca/SEAL-Rusty-Nail-SEALs-Paradise-ebook/dp/B07GNZ94SJ/
BandN:https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/hot-seal-rusty-nail-teresa-j-reasor/1128936386?ean=2940155303619
Ibooks:https://itunes.apple.com/ie/book/hot-seal-rusty-nail-seals-in-paradise/id1401084290?mt=11
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/842706
Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/hot-seal-rusty-nail-seals-in-paradise
On leave after a difficult mission, Navy SEAL Tony Gallo steps off the plane in Rome and tumbles right into the arms of the woman who dumped him nine years ago, and they're both there for family events. He discovers Darcy's attending the wedding they planned but never had, but now it's someone else's.
Darcy Moreau is traveling for the first time and fulfilling a dream. She's in Rome to be her best friend's Maid of Honor. But she's also there to bury the past and start a new life.
When she and Tony meet again, she wonders if the past might not be such a bad thing if her future can include the man she left behind. But can she make amends and convince him to give her another chance?
An Excerpt:
The desk attendant approached Darcy. “Scusami, Signorina. You are wanted on the phone.”
Darcy stepped away from Tony and his family to answer the phone he handed her.“Thank God, you’re there.” Leslie sounded both frantic and relieved. “We somehow missed you. We got stuck waiting for Roberto’s cousin. Her little boy had to be checked out by a medical team. He bumped his head on the flight.”Darcy stifled a laugh. “His name isn’t Michel, is it?”“Yes, it is.”“Tony Gallo was on the flight, and he’s now a medic in the Navy, so he checked to make sure he was okay after he fell.”“The Tony you were engaged to? ThatTony Gallo?” Leslie almost shrieked her surprise.“Yes. He’s here with his family celebrating his mother and father’s wedding anniversary and visiting his grandmother. He gave me a ride to the hotel.”“Are you okay?”Was she? Her stomach was knotted with nerves and her legs still felt a little unsteady. Tony was going to demand answers sooner or later, and she dreaded it. “Yes. I’m okay. I’ve already checked in, so I’ll go to my room and wait for you.”“I left a prepaid phone for you, so be sure to get it from the desk clerk. I’ve put Roberto’s and my numbers in it, as well as all three of his sisters. They’ve gone shopping, but we’ll be back at the hotel in time to eat a meal with you.”“I’m fine, Leslie. Take your time.”“I’m just relieved you’re okay and you’re there. It’s a little scary when you’re in a foreign country and you don’t know the language.”“Yes, it is. But Tony’s fluent. His whole family is. And his family had sent a car for him, so he offered me a ride. “You’ll learn the language soon enough, Les. You’re already making strides, and you have Roberto to teach you.”“I should have done it when we first started dating. I’d already be fluent.”“It’ll come. Don’t worry. You’re going to love it here. I’ll see you in a little while.”“So glad you’re here, Darcy.”“Me too. This is my first bigadventure.”“You waited long enough to have one. You deserve it. See you in a little while.”Darcy returned the phone to the desk attendant and asked about the phone Leslie left for her. “Sì, Signorina. I have it here. Please forgive me for forgetting it.” He handed it across the desk to her.“No problem.” She tucked it into her purse.She approached the group again. “Leslie and Roberto are at the airport picking up Roberto’s sister and her children. You’ll never guess who she is.”“No!” Tony exclaimed. “Michel’s mother.” The whole group laughed. “I may need a protection detail if we meet again.”Darcy chuckled.“Come have a meal with us,” Tony’s father, Enzo, said.“I’d love to, Mr. Gallo, but Leslie and her fiancé, Roberto, will be here in a little while, and they’re planning for us to have a meal with his sisters since the three of them are the bridesmaids. I suppose I’ll take my suitcase up to unpack and wait for Leslie, Roberto, and the girls.”“Maybe breakfast tomorrow, then.”“Sure, I’d love to.”“I’ll go up with you, Darcy, and stow my gear,” Tony said. “We’re on the same floor. I’ll be down in a minute, Pop.”His dad nodded.They got on the elevator together. “What’s your room number?” Tony asked.“Two-ten.”“I noticed the desk clerk gave you a cell phone.”“Yes. Roberto arranged for me have one in case I needed to contact him or Leslie.”“Can I see it?”She pulled it out of her purse and gave it to him. He keyed in a number and saved it, then dialed it. His phone rang and he answered the call, then closed it and handed her phone back to her. “It doesn’t hurt to have emergency contact numbers from everyone. If you need me, you have my number now.”She raised a brow. “Thanks.” And he had hers. He was a smoother operator than he used to be. Only one of the changes. But seeing him with his family brought back memories of how close they all were, how they made her one of them the summer before Tony left for basic training. She’d lost all of them when she broke things off.They got off the elevator on the second floor and walked down the hall. Tony paused outside her room and waited for her to open her door, then held it for her so she could roll her suitcase in. He left his suitcase in the doorway and moved to lift her bag onto the luggage rack.“It’s a beautiful room. That mural of the oculus at the Pantheon behind the headboard is spectacular.”“All the rooms here are top-notch. I’m right next door if you need anything, Darcy.”She needed him nine years ago, but he’d been pursuing his dream while she was trapped by circumstances beyond her control. Several of them at once. She’d loved him enough to let him go. And had regretted it every day since.“Thank you for everything you did today.” She dragged the strap of her purse off her shoulder and over her head and dropped it on the bed.“It was nothing.”The look he directed at her sent a swift response to her breasts, making them peak while an ache of need heated intimate places she tried to ignore. “I promised your dad I’d have breakfast with your family in the morning.”“I’d like us to have some time to catch up. I have questions, Darcy. Questions I don’t have time to ask right now, and you don’t have time to answer. I’d like to make time.”She swallowed to moisten a throat gone dry. Would it make any difference?“You owe me at least that, Darcy.”“Okay.” She struggled to retain her composure. She had a wedding to participate in, and another small service to perform during the seven days she was here. Plus the tons of other things she needed to do for Leslie before and during the wedding loomed.When his arms went around her and folded her in against him, she stiffened in surprise. His shoulders and chest were wider, his arms stronger. Her heart seemed to recognize him all the same, and she relaxed into him, and forced herself to embrace him with moderation when she really wanted to cling. She satisfied the need by running a palm along the sturdy shape of his skull to the back of his neck. His arms tightened, and the edgy heat of awareness streaked through her like a comet. He brushed his lips against her cheek as he pulled back.His eyes, so pale, with the darker ring around them, focused on her, his pupils large. His throat moved as he swallowed. “See you in the morning.”“Okay.”He closed the door behind him, and silence embraced her like a blanket. She released the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Why couldn’t they have found each other on the plane and spent those eight hours together? Would it have made things any easier?She cut things off nine years ago. Made the choices she had to make. And she’d been in a holding pattern emotionally ever since.
But not anymore.
I hope you enjoyed the excerpt! The book will be released on July 2nd.
LINKS:
AMAZON: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07QWFT95F/
AMAZON UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07QWFT95F/
AMAZON CANADA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B07QWFT95F/
BARNES AND NOBLE: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/hot-seal-roman-nights-teresa-j-reasor/1131303685?ean=2940156057207
I BOOKS: https://books.apple.com/ie/book/hot-seal-roman-nights/id1460583206
KOBO:https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/hot-seal-roman-nights
SMASHWORDS: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/935469
My first book Hot SEAL, Rusty Nail is available as well.
A broken engagement followed by six months of grueling work has Sloan Bianchi ready to hit the beaches of Hilton Head South Carolina for some R and R. She isn’t looking for romance, but when she catches the gaze of a stranger at a local restaurant, her attraction is immediate. But he turns out to be just another guy who can’t follow through.
Karma isn’t always a bitch. Navy SEAL Connor ‘Hammer’ Evans decides a fender bender is a small price to pay for finally meeting the woman who got away. Even though he’ll only be on the East Coast a short time, he’s convinced he and Sloan can enjoy a sexy, no-strings adventure together while he’s here.
Their first kiss ignites a hunger for each other they can’t seem to quench. As their relationship deepens, Sloan realizes she has to be honest with Connor and share the reason behind her broken engagement. When he learns the truth, will he go wheels up and leave her behind? Or will he follow through?
LINKS: Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/SEAL-Rusty-Nail-SEALs-Paradise-ebook/dp/B07GNZ94SJ/
AmazonUK:https://www.amazon.co/UK/SEAL-Rusty-Nail-SEALs-Paradise-ebook/dp/B07GNZ94SJ/
AmazonCanada:https://www.amazon.ca/SEAL-Rusty-Nail-SEALs-Paradise-ebook/dp/B07GNZ94SJ/
BandN:https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/hot-seal-rusty-nail-teresa-j-reasor/1128936386?ean=2940155303619
Ibooks:https://itunes.apple.com/ie/book/hot-seal-rusty-nail-seals-in-paradise/id1401084290?mt=11
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/842706
Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/hot-seal-rusty-nail-seals-in-paradise
Hot SEAL, Roman Nights is Coming July 2, 2019
I'm so excited!! Hot SEAL, Roman Nights (A SEALS in Paradise Novel) will be out July 2nd. Below is the blurb and a short excerpt. I hope you enjoy it.
On leave after a difficult mission, Navy SEAL Tony Gallo steps off the plane in Rome and tumbles right into the arms of the woman who dumped him nine years ago, and they're both there for family events. He discovers Darcy's attending the wedding they planned but never had, but now it's someone else's.
Darcy Moreau is traveling for the first time and fulfilling a dream. She's in Rome to be her best friend's Maid of Honor. But she's also there to bury the past and start a new life.
When she and Tony meet again, she wonders if the past might not be such a bad thing if her future can include the man she left behind. But can she make amends and convince him to give her another chance?
An Excerpt: The desk attendant approached Darcy. “Scusami, Signorina. You are wanted on the phone.”
Darcy stepped away from Tony and his family to answer the phone he handed her.“Thank God, you’re there.” Leslie sounded both frantic and relieved. “We somehow missed you. We got stuck waiting for Roberto’s cousin. Her little boy had to be checked out by a medical team. He bumped his head on the flight.”Darcy stifled a laugh. “His name isn’t Michel, is it?”“Yes, it is.”“Tony Gallo was on the flight, and he’s now a medic in the Navy, so he checked to make sure he was okay after he fell.”“The Tony you were engaged to? ThatTony Gallo?” Leslie almost shrieked her surprise.“Yes. He’s here with his family celebrating his mother and father’s wedding anniversary and visiting his grandmother. He gave me a ride to the hotel.”“Are you okay?”Was she? Her stomach was knotted with nerves and her legs still felt a little unsteady. Tony was going to demand answers sooner or later, and she dreaded it. “Yes. I’m okay. I’ve already checked in, so I’ll go to my room and wait for you.”“I left a prepaid phone for you, so be sure to get it from the desk clerk. I’ve put Roberto’s and my numbers in it, as well as all three of his sisters. They’ve gone shopping, but we’ll be back at the hotel in time to eat a meal with you.”“I’m fine, Leslie. Take your time.”“I’m just relieved you’re okay and you’re there. It’s a little scary when you’re in a foreign country and you don’t know the language.”“Yes, it is. But Tony’s fluent. His whole family is. And his family had sent a car for him, so he offered me a ride. “You’ll learn the language soon enough, Les. You’re already making strides, and you have Roberto to teach you.”“I should have done it when we first started dating. I’d already be fluent.”“It’ll come. Don’t worry. You’re going to love it here. I’ll see you in a little while.”“So glad you’re here, Darcy.”“Me too. This is my first bigadventure.”“You waited long enough to have one. You deserve it. See you in a little while.”Darcy returned the phone to the desk attendant and asked about the phone Leslie left for her. “Sì, Signorina. I have it here. Please forgive me for forgetting it.” He handed it across the desk to her.“No problem.” She tucked it into her purse.She approached the group again. “Leslie and Roberto are at the airport picking up Roberto’s sister and her children. You’ll never guess who she is.”“No!” Tony exclaimed. “Michel’s mother.” The whole group laughed. “I may need a protection detail if we meet again.”Darcy chuckled.“Come have a meal with us,” Tony’s father, Enzo, said.“I’d love to, Mr. Gallo, but Leslie and her fiancé, Roberto, will be here in a little while, and they’re planning for us to have a meal with his sisters since the three of them are the bridesmaids. I suppose I’ll take my suitcase up to unpack and wait for Leslie, Roberto, and the girls.”“Maybe breakfast tomorrow, then.”“Sure, I’d love to.”“I’ll go up with you, Darcy, and stow my gear,” Tony said. “We’re on the same floor. I’ll be down in a minute, Pop.”His dad nodded.They got on the elevator together. “What’s your room number?” Tony asked.“Two-ten.”“I noticed the desk clerk gave you a cell phone.”“Yes. Roberto arranged for me have one in case I needed to contact him or Leslie.”“Can I see it?”She pulled it out of her purse and gave it to him. He keyed in a number and saved it, then dialed it. His phone rang and he answered the call, then closed it and handed her phone back to her. “It doesn’t hurt to have emergency contact numbers from everyone. If you need me, you have my number now.”She raised a brow. “Thanks.” And he had hers. He was a smoother operator than he used to be. Only one of the changes. But seeing him with his family brought back memories of how close they all were, how they made her one of them the summer before Tony left for basic training. She’d lost all of them when she broke things off.They got off the elevator on the second floor and walked down the hall. Tony paused outside her room and waited for her to open her door, then held it for her so she could roll her suitcase in. He left his suitcase in the doorway and moved to lift her bag onto the luggage rack.“It’s a beautiful room. That mural of the oculus at the Pantheon behind the headboard is spectacular.”“All the rooms here are top-notch. I’m right next door if you need anything, Darcy.”She needed him nine years ago, but he’d been pursuing his dream while she was trapped by circumstances beyond her control. Several of them at once. She’d loved him enough to let him go. And had regretted it every day since.“Thank you for everything you did today.” She dragged the strap of her purse off her shoulder and over her head and dropped it on the bed.“It was nothing.”The look he directed at her sent a swift response to her breasts, making them peak while an ache of need heated intimate places she tried to ignore. “I promised your dad I’d have breakfast with your family in the morning.”“I’d like us to have some time to catch up. I have questions, Darcy. Questions I don’t have time to ask right now, and you don’t have time to answer. I’d like to make time.”She swallowed to moisten a throat gone dry. Would it make any difference?“You owe me at least that, Darcy.”“Okay.” She struggled to retain her composure. She had a wedding to participate in, and another small service to perform during the seven days she was here. Plus the tons of other things she needed to do for Leslie before and during the wedding loomed.When his arms went around her and folded her in against him, she stiffened in surprise. His shoulders and chest were wider, his arms stronger. Her heart seemed to recognize him all the same, and she relaxed into him, and forced herself to embrace him with moderation when she really wanted to cling. She satisfied the need by running a palm along the sturdy shape of his skull to the back of his neck. His arms tightened, and the edgy heat of awareness streaked through her like a comet. He brushed his lips against her cheek as he pulled back.His eyes, so pale, with the darker ring around them, focused on her, his pupils large. His throat moved as he swallowed. “See you in the morning.”“Okay.”He closed the door behind him, and silence embraced her like a blanket. She released the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Why couldn’t they have found each other on the plane and spent those eight hours together? Would it have made things any easier?She cut things off nine years ago. Made the choices she had to make. And she’d been in a holding pattern emotionally ever since. But not anymore.
I hope you enjoyed the excerpt! The book will be released on July 2nd.
LINKS:
AMAZON: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07QWFT95F/
AMAZON UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07QWFT95F/
AMAZON CANADA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B07QWFT95F/
BARNES AND NOBLE: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/hot-seal-roman-nights-teresa-j-reasor/1131303685?ean=2940156057207
I BOOKS: https://books.apple.com/ie/book/hot-seal-roman-nights/id1460583206
KOBO:https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/hot-seal-roman-nights
SMASHWORDS: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/935469
My first book Hot SEAL, Rusty Nail is available as well.
A broken engagement followed by six months of grueling work has Sloan Bianchi ready to hit the beaches of Hilton Head South Carolina for some R and R. She isn’t looking for romance, but when she catches the gaze of a stranger at a local restaurant, her attraction is immediate. But he turns out to be just another guy who can’t follow through.
Karma isn’t always a bitch. Navy SEAL Connor ‘Hammer’ Evans decides a fender bender is a small price to pay for finally meeting the woman who got away. Even though he’ll only be on the East Coast a short time, he’s convinced he and Sloan can enjoy a sexy, no-strings adventure together while he’s here.
Their first kiss ignites a hunger for each other they can’t seem to quench. As their relationship deepens, Sloan realizes she has to be honest with Connor and share the reason behind her broken engagement. When he learns the truth, will he go wheels up and leave her behind? Or will he follow through?
LINKS: Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/SEAL-Rusty-Nail-SEALs-Paradise-ebook/dp/B07GNZ94SJ/
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Ibooks:https://itunes.apple.com/ie/book/hot-seal-rusty-nail-seals-in-paradise/id1401084290?mt=11
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/842706
Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/hot-seal-rusty-nail-seals-in-paradise
On leave after a difficult mission, Navy SEAL Tony Gallo steps off the plane in Rome and tumbles right into the arms of the woman who dumped him nine years ago, and they're both there for family events. He discovers Darcy's attending the wedding they planned but never had, but now it's someone else's.
Darcy Moreau is traveling for the first time and fulfilling a dream. She's in Rome to be her best friend's Maid of Honor. But she's also there to bury the past and start a new life.
When she and Tony meet again, she wonders if the past might not be such a bad thing if her future can include the man she left behind. But can she make amends and convince him to give her another chance?
An Excerpt: The desk attendant approached Darcy. “Scusami, Signorina. You are wanted on the phone.”
Darcy stepped away from Tony and his family to answer the phone he handed her.“Thank God, you’re there.” Leslie sounded both frantic and relieved. “We somehow missed you. We got stuck waiting for Roberto’s cousin. Her little boy had to be checked out by a medical team. He bumped his head on the flight.”Darcy stifled a laugh. “His name isn’t Michel, is it?”“Yes, it is.”“Tony Gallo was on the flight, and he’s now a medic in the Navy, so he checked to make sure he was okay after he fell.”“The Tony you were engaged to? ThatTony Gallo?” Leslie almost shrieked her surprise.“Yes. He’s here with his family celebrating his mother and father’s wedding anniversary and visiting his grandmother. He gave me a ride to the hotel.”“Are you okay?”Was she? Her stomach was knotted with nerves and her legs still felt a little unsteady. Tony was going to demand answers sooner or later, and she dreaded it. “Yes. I’m okay. I’ve already checked in, so I’ll go to my room and wait for you.”“I left a prepaid phone for you, so be sure to get it from the desk clerk. I’ve put Roberto’s and my numbers in it, as well as all three of his sisters. They’ve gone shopping, but we’ll be back at the hotel in time to eat a meal with you.”“I’m fine, Leslie. Take your time.”“I’m just relieved you’re okay and you’re there. It’s a little scary when you’re in a foreign country and you don’t know the language.”“Yes, it is. But Tony’s fluent. His whole family is. And his family had sent a car for him, so he offered me a ride. “You’ll learn the language soon enough, Les. You’re already making strides, and you have Roberto to teach you.”“I should have done it when we first started dating. I’d already be fluent.”“It’ll come. Don’t worry. You’re going to love it here. I’ll see you in a little while.”“So glad you’re here, Darcy.”“Me too. This is my first bigadventure.”“You waited long enough to have one. You deserve it. See you in a little while.”Darcy returned the phone to the desk attendant and asked about the phone Leslie left for her. “Sì, Signorina. I have it here. Please forgive me for forgetting it.” He handed it across the desk to her.“No problem.” She tucked it into her purse.She approached the group again. “Leslie and Roberto are at the airport picking up Roberto’s sister and her children. You’ll never guess who she is.”“No!” Tony exclaimed. “Michel’s mother.” The whole group laughed. “I may need a protection detail if we meet again.”Darcy chuckled.“Come have a meal with us,” Tony’s father, Enzo, said.“I’d love to, Mr. Gallo, but Leslie and her fiancé, Roberto, will be here in a little while, and they’re planning for us to have a meal with his sisters since the three of them are the bridesmaids. I suppose I’ll take my suitcase up to unpack and wait for Leslie, Roberto, and the girls.”“Maybe breakfast tomorrow, then.”“Sure, I’d love to.”“I’ll go up with you, Darcy, and stow my gear,” Tony said. “We’re on the same floor. I’ll be down in a minute, Pop.”His dad nodded.They got on the elevator together. “What’s your room number?” Tony asked.“Two-ten.”“I noticed the desk clerk gave you a cell phone.”“Yes. Roberto arranged for me have one in case I needed to contact him or Leslie.”“Can I see it?”She pulled it out of her purse and gave it to him. He keyed in a number and saved it, then dialed it. His phone rang and he answered the call, then closed it and handed her phone back to her. “It doesn’t hurt to have emergency contact numbers from everyone. If you need me, you have my number now.”She raised a brow. “Thanks.” And he had hers. He was a smoother operator than he used to be. Only one of the changes. But seeing him with his family brought back memories of how close they all were, how they made her one of them the summer before Tony left for basic training. She’d lost all of them when she broke things off.They got off the elevator on the second floor and walked down the hall. Tony paused outside her room and waited for her to open her door, then held it for her so she could roll her suitcase in. He left his suitcase in the doorway and moved to lift her bag onto the luggage rack.“It’s a beautiful room. That mural of the oculus at the Pantheon behind the headboard is spectacular.”“All the rooms here are top-notch. I’m right next door if you need anything, Darcy.”She needed him nine years ago, but he’d been pursuing his dream while she was trapped by circumstances beyond her control. Several of them at once. She’d loved him enough to let him go. And had regretted it every day since.“Thank you for everything you did today.” She dragged the strap of her purse off her shoulder and over her head and dropped it on the bed.“It was nothing.”The look he directed at her sent a swift response to her breasts, making them peak while an ache of need heated intimate places she tried to ignore. “I promised your dad I’d have breakfast with your family in the morning.”“I’d like us to have some time to catch up. I have questions, Darcy. Questions I don’t have time to ask right now, and you don’t have time to answer. I’d like to make time.”She swallowed to moisten a throat gone dry. Would it make any difference?“You owe me at least that, Darcy.”“Okay.” She struggled to retain her composure. She had a wedding to participate in, and another small service to perform during the seven days she was here. Plus the tons of other things she needed to do for Leslie before and during the wedding loomed.When his arms went around her and folded her in against him, she stiffened in surprise. His shoulders and chest were wider, his arms stronger. Her heart seemed to recognize him all the same, and she relaxed into him, and forced herself to embrace him with moderation when she really wanted to cling. She satisfied the need by running a palm along the sturdy shape of his skull to the back of his neck. His arms tightened, and the edgy heat of awareness streaked through her like a comet. He brushed his lips against her cheek as he pulled back.His eyes, so pale, with the darker ring around them, focused on her, his pupils large. His throat moved as he swallowed. “See you in the morning.”“Okay.”He closed the door behind him, and silence embraced her like a blanket. She released the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Why couldn’t they have found each other on the plane and spent those eight hours together? Would it have made things any easier?She cut things off nine years ago. Made the choices she had to make. And she’d been in a holding pattern emotionally ever since. But not anymore.
I hope you enjoyed the excerpt! The book will be released on July 2nd.
LINKS:
AMAZON: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07QWFT95F/
AMAZON UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07QWFT95F/
AMAZON CANADA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B07QWFT95F/
BARNES AND NOBLE: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/hot-seal-roman-nights-teresa-j-reasor/1131303685?ean=2940156057207
I BOOKS: https://books.apple.com/ie/book/hot-seal-roman-nights/id1460583206
KOBO:https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/hot-seal-roman-nights
SMASHWORDS: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/935469
My first book Hot SEAL, Rusty Nail is available as well.
A broken engagement followed by six months of grueling work has Sloan Bianchi ready to hit the beaches of Hilton Head South Carolina for some R and R. She isn’t looking for romance, but when she catches the gaze of a stranger at a local restaurant, her attraction is immediate. But he turns out to be just another guy who can’t follow through.
Karma isn’t always a bitch. Navy SEAL Connor ‘Hammer’ Evans decides a fender bender is a small price to pay for finally meeting the woman who got away. Even though he’ll only be on the East Coast a short time, he’s convinced he and Sloan can enjoy a sexy, no-strings adventure together while he’s here.
Their first kiss ignites a hunger for each other they can’t seem to quench. As their relationship deepens, Sloan realizes she has to be honest with Connor and share the reason behind her broken engagement. When he learns the truth, will he go wheels up and leave her behind? Or will he follow through?
LINKS: Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/SEAL-Rusty-Nail-SEALs-Paradise-ebook/dp/B07GNZ94SJ/
AmazonUK:https://www.amazon.co/UK/SEAL-Rusty-Nail-SEALs-Paradise-ebook/dp/B07GNZ94SJ/
AmazonCanada:https://www.amazon.ca/SEAL-Rusty-Nail-SEALs-Paradise-ebook/dp/B07GNZ94SJ/
BandN:https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/hot-seal-rusty-nail-teresa-j-reasor/1128936386?ean=2940155303619
Ibooks:https://itunes.apple.com/ie/book/hot-seal-rusty-nail-seals-in-paradise/id1401084290?mt=11
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/842706
Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/hot-seal-rusty-nail-seals-in-paradise
